Pests

The Pest


They drive you crazy
In the summer months
The ants and flies
And snails and slugs

Them pesky birds
Eat up you seed
The moles trash your lawn
What a dirty deed

Even our friends
Our trusty hounds
End up outcast
In the lost and found

Foxes they’re by far the worst
They kill our chickens
The farmers curse

The rabbits eat up all our crops
Along with gliding hare
With big brown eyes and floppy ears
We cull without a care

Then those nasty badgers
They spread disease around
So we cull again or wipe out
Where ever the are found

Big is not a problem
We take the elephant
And turn it into key fobs
Or dusty ornaments

And if they dare to fight back
Like the tiger or the shark
Then we turn them into medicine
Or blow their brains apart

Did someone stop to ponder?
How everything above
Survives in perfect harmony
Without a pest like us