Pinocchio And The Squirrell (Part Six)

Came the red robin to visit me, again.
She let me know she was still my friend.
She told me not to fear the wood pecker.
She said the wood pecker is a protector.

She said the wood pecker chooses wisely.
It knows the wood it pecks precisely.
It just doesn't peck just any where.
See that decaying branch over there.

You must remember that we're enchanted.
It is almost like we have been planted.
But sometimes the gardener has to prune.
The wood pecker sings a different tune.

A robin pecks but in a much smaller bite.
But it takes a wood pecker to do it right.
Industrial pecking takes less of the day.
But all pecking leaves no time for play.

Some wood is good but other wood must go.
But all birds seem some how just to know.
After all it is just one thing they will do.
Some of them know how to sing well, too.