A Little Help
The rabbit runs around the yard,
Though days are cold and life is hard;
Won’t let me catch him, pen him in,
Like us when projects we begin.“Please mom, I’d rather do this task
Myself – if I need help, I’ll ask”;
And so we blow things – time goes by
When help will help – and then things die.This helping folks is quite a task –
We do our best, stand by till asked;
But when we get to work aright,
Some word brings salt, and leaven, light –Into a space which darker was,
Quite flat and tasteless there, because
It lacked the yeast, so things were tight;
Now darkness flees with one small light.navigation