Uncle Tomahawk

We kids robbed people’s dinner plates

Of nuts, of grapes, and of the sweetest dates.

But most of all, when distant

Folk came from anywhere

To our old house in Delaware

To sit down to cop a bite,

We’d rob them blind (and with delight!).

Especially dear old Uncle Tomahawk.

When we stole food from him,

He would definite squawk.

Oh, he made it so much fun!

He was by far the bestest one.