Animal poems - Beaver
... productive, industrious, homely
As busy as a beaver,
Is how the expression goes.
How busy is a beaver,
Only beavers really knows.
What I can tell you about a beaver,
Is what all children like to believe,
Beavers love to construct river damns,
Using trees and sticks plus mud and leaves.
But what, I wonder, does the beaver do,
Once safely inside it's little home,
Do they sit at a tables or sing songs aloud,
On this my mind will always roam.
I have seen beavers on the land,
They are awkward moving lumps of fluff.
I have seen them lumbering trees,
Short yet steady and always tough.
When swimming they are adept,
But the one place I can't see.
In when they duck underwater,
Into a lodge constructed of trees.
In this secret little life they lead,
Do they socialize and love to please,
Do they make fires and talk politics,
Do they do puppet shows and drink warm teas.
Little beaver, you comical beast.
Next time you go home, promise one thing.
In the comfort of your dry cosy home,
Pull up a blanket and sleep like a king.
After each day of hard construction work,
Your family keeps you warm and dry.
And that my dear fluffy flat tailed-friend,
Is what makes you a champion in my eye.
-- by Andrew Noske