This little story I must tell to you

What happened this Spring down on the farm?

I couldn't figure out, what was going on

Until I saw: decided there's no harm.

There was a mystery at our house

It was a Robber that kept coming back

The Robber kept stealing the same old thing

And adding it to his hidden stash.

There are two peach trees in our back yard

Given to us a few years back

Late this Spring, tiny peaches appeared

A delicious fruit to have as a snack.

I watched these peaches most every day

Each day, a little bigger, they would grow

One day as they were beginning to turn

A bit reddish and pretty to show.

To my surprise, some one was stealing

These peaches, before they were ripe

I couldn't imagine who was doing this

Who could it be?  Who did that swipe?

Early one morning with sleepy eyes

I went to see if more peaches were gone

As I rounded the corner at the back of the garage

With astonishing eyes, I had to yawn.

I could not believe what I had just seen

An innocent squirrel with a peach in his mouth

Scampered off in the run to his hideout

Across the road and he headed south.

So that solves this great mystery

About all of the missing peaches

I can't really blame this little squirrel

Good taste was in his reaches.

When next Spring comes round again

I hope that squirrel does not come

For I like peaches, they are so good

Or else, a robber I'll become.

Vina Carathers

August 7, 2000