You think we’re annoying
We’re flying around
Looking for food
That fell on the ground
The clams you’re eating
They're ours to eat
So we think it's fair
That we take your treat
When seeing your food
And not to miss out
Our friends will arrive
You’ll scream and shout
No popcorn or peanuts
We’ll have to survive
During long winter months
Until you arrive
By, Randee Saber 7/22/2019
