Birch Veils

 

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A chipmunk was was planning her wedding

Beside the dark cool summer lake.

She’d already collected her bedding

Delivered by Sidney the snake.

 

To set up her household so tidy

Deep down in the roots of a tree.

The wedding was set for next Friday

And who would make music?  A bee!

 

She’d plates of the finest flat pebbles

And pine twigs for furniture too

The froggies would sing – they were trebles

Just one thing was making her blue.

 

“My eyes are as bright as two pennies.

I’ve brushed up the fur of my tail.

My stripes are as pretty as any.

But what shall I do for a veil?”

 

The spiders heard chipmunk’s sad worry

They worked all the dark silent night.

They wove delicate veils in a hurry

To be sure the bride might look just right.

 

For the bridesmaids, the ducklings all fluffy

Were some smaller veils delicate white

And so that the groom didn’t get huffy

They coached him and helped him recite

 

His wedding vows up on the hill top

And while blue jay was ringing the bells

All the woodland folks toasted with tear drops

And drank dew out of little nut shells.