Prendergast the Shrew

Prendergast the Shrew

Prendergast the Shrew
Knows just what to do
He twitches his snout
And runs about
And hurries the whole day through

Prendergast digs a hole
Working heart and soul
In less than a minute
He will be in it
And into a ball he will roll

When Prendergast eats a worm
He takes a moment to yearn
For food that stays still
While he eats his fill
And doesn’t wriggle and squirm

Prendergast twitches an ear
Then rushes about far and near
He lives life apace
Everything is a race
And he never asks why am I here?