The figs are gone from the branches below,
the ones that are easy to reach.
“Too high,” the geese sigh,
With their eyes they beseech…

The fact is that geese don’t climb trees.

“Let us help,” we implore,
as we stretch for the tip.
“Gosh, oh gee,” comes the goose-like plea.
“Be safe, be secure, or surely you’ll trip.

We’re sorry that geese don’t climb trees.”

“The fig is so lovely, just like the goose,
And likewise the taste so sublime.
’Tis a fact of nature that gives us both stature,
And yet we’re unable to climb.”

(It is sad that geese don’t climb trees.)

“Thanks so much for helping today, “
the geese said to us so sincerely.
“Don’t eat fast. Make them last,” we warned.
It’s liable to be your last fig, perhaps yearly!”

Remembering that geese don’t climb trees.

Happy Homesteading,

T.