The beaver gnawed
and cut and sliced
Chopped and shredded
minced and diced
You'd think he was making
a casserole
To fit it neatly
into a bowl
But that's not what
he planned to make
He'd make a dam
a home in the lake


The beaver has
a tail so flat
When danger's near
you'll hear him 'splat'
Letting friends and
family know
Inside the shelter
they must go
Dive down deep
to log home door
Safe and dry
to sleep once more