I work from sun-up to sundown.
I’m an Acorn Woodpecker, who’s too happy to frown.
I am busy caring for my growing family.
I share in all the chores; there’s no time for reverie.
I have many responsibilities;
That’s why I poke holes in yonder pine trees.
I need to store all those acorns before winter begins.
Please understand, I have three sets of twins.
I try to make music with my beak.
Why can’t people appreciate my sounds that are unique?
People aren’t friendly, sometimes they’re even rude.
I only want to store this food; I don’t mean to intrude.
Sometimes we may get carried away.
Our noisy greetings make an enthusiastic display.
I apologize for my offense.
I offer these acorns as recompense.
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