Omnivorous Spring
A Fairy Tale's Retelling
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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Bryan R..
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