Sharing Their Nuts Poem by Phil Ward
Sharing Their Nuts
Two trees were talking in a wood,
Don't say it! You're thinking if they could?
Concerned about their acorns and,
The blessed squirrel's sneaky hand,
Well what do'ya know they've got some guts,
To come and nibble at our nuts,
I'm not so bothered as it stands,
At least they haven't got cold hands,
Two age old oaks just standing there,
Quite happy for their nuts to share.
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