Poem: Chestnuts & Berries

The squirrel gathered one hundred chestnuts

And brought them up the tree.

But the other squirrel gathered twenty berries instead,

In a time of cuts,

Chestnuts were not the key

Or so the chief squirrel said.

 

“You may toil Young Rusty dear,

But the rules are clear.

Berries are more valued here.”

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