Eating Our Trees

from the upcoming book, "Scoopy and Brian"  by Dirk Webb

Eating Our Trees

After we’d played all the warm morning through

Just Scoopy and Brian and Me

My mom called us in which made us all sad

Till we found a nice lunch for us three

Hot and delicious and gold chicken tenders

With glasses of cold milk for each

But there on our plate, much to our horror

Was a pile of steaming hot trees

Small trees they were about an inch or three

Glistening moist on our plates

We looked at each other with mouths all twisted

With a sad look on our face

“I don’t like trees,” Scoopy said with a frown

“Neither do I,” we agreed

The three of us stared at the clump on our plates

And none of us wanted to eat

Then mom saw our looks and started to grin

“Have I got a treat for you all?”

She dipped a big spoon into a black pot

And a blessed surprise soon did fall

Cheese, IT WAS CHEESE, oh how we loved cheese

As it poured out all over the place

It coated our trees and it coated our plate

And changed the sad look on our face

Brian tapped the toes of his boots on the floor

And Scoopy laughed till he was redder

As the cheese flowed so freely all over our trees

That wonderfully sweet taste of cheddar

We grabbed up our forks and went straight to work

Gobbling every bite on our plates

The chicken was gone and so were the trees

And boy was our lunch time so great

So never you fear when you’re called in to eat

And faced with a greenish big bunch

Of broccoli like trees all over your plate

For cheese makes a wonderful lunch.