One day while tending my garden
I noticed a change in my stores;
My tomatoes and carrots were fewer,
In essence was lettuce no more.
Then, I spied him! Under cabbage leaves,
Peeking through a sprig of sage or two,
My thief waited 'till I would grasp him
To beat his ears black and blue.
His bristling, striped coat caught my eyes
And I saw his bushy tail begin to rise;
That convinced me discretion is a virtue
and charity for woodland creatures wise.