I once met a hermit whom lived in a tree
He was old and black,and his name was Jolee
He would bicker and fight with all of the squirrels
Always telling and yelling of his pearls.
"My pearls have been taken, my pearls have been stolen."
"I see you squirrely Squirrels and I know you be knowin!"
His lips curled in, his eyes grew wide
He struggled to find a way to release his frustration inside.
So with a slash and a crash he swung with his club
He soon grew tired and weary, for he had a nub.
With a gasp and a heave he stumbled to his seat
"I made a deal with those squirrels, how could they cheat!?"
"I give them their nuts, they give me their eyes"
"To keep low to the ground and high to the skies"
"Squirrels tell me no, but is it a lie?"
"I must find those pearls, I've got to try!"
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Zee Hermit
PoetryThis is a story about an old black hermit named Jolee. He is a grumpy old coot that cares for few things, one of which are pearls that his mother gave him when he was a child,but nowww..... THEY'VE GONE MISSING!! Now old black jolee will stop at not...
