Barberry, Barberry, where can you be?
Barberry, Barberry, hiding from me.
Not under the bed, my closet is bare,
I’ve looked in the front yard and you’re not there,
Downstairs and upstairs – I’ve looked everywhere!
Oh Dear, what’s that noise on the porch in that box?
Maybe a chipmunk, a bear or a fox
Decided to make it their home. Suppose
I took a peek and it nipped off my nose,
Or jumped out at me and got mud on my clothes!
Ho Ho! Did I hear a wee laugh in there?
Now I am sure that it isn’t a bear.
I lift up the cover, and what do I see?
Barberry, Barberry laughing at me!
Asking her mother to drop in for tea!
Barberry, it’s a nice house, I’ll admit,
But two of us simply could not get in it.
It’s cozy and comfy and just right for you,
But if I got inside do you know what I’d do?
I’d break you wonderful house right in two!
~Dana B. Nelson