A carrot top, all olive green <br />was growing next to a green bean. <br />Said carrot, 'what's your date of birth <br />when did they plant you in the earth? ' <br />The bean, not certain of the date <br />was not equipped for a debate <br />and, with a quick and final nod <br />she turned away her swollen pod. <br />The carrot, itching for a fight <br />said 'how's the weather at that height? <br />You beans are always heavenbound, <br />we carrots do prefer the ground.' <br />The bean ignored the silly tease <br />and swayed with pleasure in the breeze. <br />A rabbit who was homeward bound <br />pulled up the carrot from the ground. <br />Since rabbits do not climb or fly <br />they normally don't eye the sky. <br />The bean was sad to see him go, <br />but quite content to grow and grow. <br /> <br />You see, all beans are really mothers, <br />not cousins, nephews, uncles, brothers. <br />The carrot being a big lad <br />would never be the least bit sad <br />if birds or rabbits came and stole <br />a thousand beans from the tall pole. <br />Boy carrots may believe in fashion <br />but it's the girls who have compassion.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rabbit-and-bean-children/
