Robin

Robin

I bought a bag of mealworms

Which robins just adore

I put it on a handy chair

Thinking it was quite safe there

But alas the bag tipped over

And the mealworms outward did  pour

I stood watching with helpless dismay

As they raced nimbly away

A tidal wave of mealworms

That surge across the floor

          They got under the fridge           

And they’re under the freezer

At the rate that they’re going

They’ll be under the geyser

So fast can they wiggle so rapidly wriggle

As they head to the door

I sweep what I can

With my brush and my pan

But still I find more every day