Chipmunk Kabobs; A Reflection

Roses are red, violets are blue

I’m ready for a barbecue, how about you?

Summer’s almost over, so what do you say

I’ve got some baby bluejays I’ve been waiting to slay

I’ll roast them up nice on the charcoal grill

With a splash of lemon and a pinch of dill

Oh, baby birds are my favorite snack

Just sneak up behind one and give it a whack

No barbecue is complete without a side of cardinal stew

Better watch out, or it might include you

Squirrel and bacon and corn on the cob

If I see a chipmunk, I’ll make a kabob

I think some bird’s nest soup would make a fine start

I’ll knock one from that tree with a well-aimed dart

This nest is full of eggs! glad I didn’t use bow and arrows

Goodbye, baby birds; hello, huevos rancheros!