The Busy Beaver

By the sparkling, sun-kissed River so wide, Where willow trees weep and the fishes all glide,

A busy, bright beaver, with teeth sharp and keen, Had a mission important, a sight to be seen!

Building dams! Building dams! That was his big plan, To make a safe haven, as fast as he can.

He chewed and he sawed, with a rumble and crack, The forest floor echoed, there was no turning back!

He'd collect woods! Collect woods! from morning till night, Branches and twigs, a magnificent sight.

He'd drag them and pull them, so strong and so stout, With muddy brown paws, he would certainly shout,

"Heave ho! Heave ho! This log is so grand, The best for my dam, in this watery land!"

He plastered with mud, and he wedged every stick, His tail slapped the water, with a flick and a kick.

At last! It was finished, a wonder to see, A sturdy strong dam, for his family and he!

A happy home beaver, with loved ones so near, Snuggled inside, with nothing to fear!