Weather Beaver
I’m for a weather
predicting beaver,
of what she’d predict
I’d be a believer.
She’d come out of her lodge
all dripping wet,
and stand before me
on my TV set.
Then she’d gnaw wood
until it came to her clear,
of what to predict
for the up coming year.
And with her tail
on the floor she’d slap,
as she points her little paw
at the big weather map.
And she’d say the weather
is moving in that direction,
as she articulates with her
clean shaved perfection.
It’s fix’n to get hot up there
and wet down yonder,
and occasionally there’ll be
some lightning and thunder.
And she’d say you’re gonna need
a coat or at least a sweater,
cause it’s gonna get worse
before it gets better.
But if they interrupt her
she’ll pitch a dang fit,
and she’ll scurry out of there
faster’n you can spit.
And she’ll dive into the creek
and won’t reappear,
until the very same time
in exactly one year.
And while she’s in there she’ll collect data and put charts together,
so she can accurately predict
next year’s weather.
But I’ll always have her image
burned in my brain,
and even when she’s wrong
I’d never complain.:)
(2015)
