Nut Cracker
It’s been for many a day on the table
Hard dry as a rock the chestnut lay
Forlorn and forsaken for the better
But what whim in me cracks it today
Rolled out of it right away a white ball
Still in slumber maybe, the larva small
The nut meat half eaten inside the shell
The rest, its bed and board, asylum as well
Three moons to go, and a butter will fly
But who’d expect from me such a calamity
House demolished, proprietor ousted
All because a nut cracker happens to whet