Today I was tricked by a tree,
It set all my carrier pigeons free.
I had a box full of feathery friends,
It asked to hold it with its barky branch ends,
Lifted it high and opened the lid,
The sky started cooing; as if the sun hid.
Getting the box back I was a bit peeved,
With no pigeons, my cunning plan sieved.
The tree said I should really not worry,
I could still catch them if I hurry.
Just lick the bark and get way wiser;
I’m known to be no information-miser.
My tongue-tip grazed the bark quite quickly,
One hot second I was dazed and sickly.
The boughs of the tree heaved high and low,
It laughed and laughed berating me so:
“Fooled you twice you bag of meat,
Go back home, I got you beat!”
I went home on familiar tracks,
Thinking hard where I laid my axe.
This day contained deceit and tree-lickery;
I guess today’s theme is hickory trickery.