Omnivorous Spring

Songbirds chirped, time to rise,

Papa rolled from bed.

His tummy rumbled, his wife's asleep,

"Wake-up sleepy head."

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Her eyes popped open, she groaned aloud,

Then out of bed she flew.

"Wake up Junior," she announced.

"I'll go and make some stew."

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"Hmmm," said Papa, salivating.

"That will hit the spot."

So off he padded down the hall,

To waken sleeping tot.

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A whiffling snore, greeted Pop,

As he tiptoed to his tyke.

"Your mama's making lunch my son,

But first let's take a hike."

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Junior stretched, moaned and sniffed,

Detecting floral bloom.

Sunlight streamed through window pane,

Long gone winter's gloom.

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"We shan't go far, oh Papa dear,

For strangers roam these woods.

Some might steal a gulp of stew,

Or break my chair, they could."

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He scooped up Junior to his feet,

And tousled his son's head.

"Don't worry son, our home's secure,

Now hurry, make your bed."

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"But Papa," whimpered little cub,

"How 'bout a wily fox?"

"Our doors are safe, I know 'tis true,

I installed golden locks."

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