The Fruit Thief

Watch the fruit thief

climb through the trees.

He rustles a leaf.

Does he think no one sees!

Plucks but one,

holds it to the sun.

The skin is smooth,

its colour an amber yellow.

Feels squishy inside like Jell-O,

a soft flesh in which to sink his tooth.

Make him leave!

That’s not his property.

See how the farmers grieve

the lack of integrity.

But there is a plentiful crop,

from which many fruits may drop.

More sweets will grow.

Perhaps he’s nothing to eat today,

so to the farmers I say,

“Let the man go.”