Jimmy Beardson

An Ode to Jimmy Beardson

When he started growing his beard he never thought
That it would become a home for creatures large and small

When their forest homes were turned to stumps
They found refuge within his bushy beardy clumps

As they snuggled deep and made their homes inside
Sinewy vines started to grow and climb and hide

The forest regenerated from deep within those hairs
A magical place where animals could forget their cares

Wherever Jimmy would go beard animal droppings would fall
And within them seeds for trees that would grow tall

Literally every step he would take another tree would rise
Good news for this land and a site to behold for the eyes

The End