Sylvester the Snail and the Bikers on Capitol Hill
by Susanna Sisson
by Susanna Sisson
Sylvester the snail was at home one day
Enjoying a peaceful surrender
When off in the distance he saw purple haze
And heard rumbling that sounded like thunder.
The rumbling grew louder; birds took to the air
Even the earthworms had a terrible scare.
As the ground started moving, leaves dancing around
The curious earthworms went back underground.
Squirrels began kuking, tails started to twitch
Cicadas were chirping in near perfect pitch.
The animals stopped when they heard the great sound
They lifted their heads and were looking around.
A deer in the field held up a white tail
While a murder of crows sent up a loud rail.
Sylvester was shaken, his body like Jell-O
Nothing like quaking to harsh someone’s mello.
Close by in the trees raccoons started to trill
When a man on two wheels rolled atop the great hill.
He slowed for a moment then rounded the crest
He was followed by thousands who made up the rest.
He was dressed in black leather with a patch on his sleeve
On the back of his jacket was this: SAVE THE BEES.
The others were dressed in a similar fashion
Clearly the bees were a part of their passion.
On the back of the bike was a bulldog named Bo
Who was looking around and saw Cheryl the Crow.
Their eyes met and he spoke with a bit of a yelp
“We’ve come a long way to ask for your help.”
We heard about Austin all over the news
On Facebook and Twitter and even The View.
Ellen Degeneres talked of the way
That the bats went to Congress to help save the day.
But we all know that sometimes the true story’s not told
Through the grapevine we got the real nuggets of gold
We heard of a snail who’s as wise as he’s humble
A king not afraid of a challenge, or rumble.
So we’ve come from all over to ask the wise snail
If he’d join us cross country and hit the old trail.
We’ll leave at daybreak if he’ll deign to consent
We’ll go to DC and all voice our dissent.”
Cheryl the Crow listened to the dog’s tale
Then flew off to share with Sylvester the snail.
Sylvester was thoughtful and before she was through
He’d made up his mind about what he would do.
He gave strict instructions to Cheryl the Crow
To go back to the leader who called himself Bo.
“Tell him I am honored and also quite thrilled
To go see the President on Capitol Hill.”
That evening Sylvester devised a great plan
To get the lawmakers to vote on a ban.
His message was simple, not complex at all
Why it’s important to protect the large and the small.
He’d prove without question what is hurting the hives.
And why saving the bees helps the whole planet thrive.
The following morning the king joined the others
And to no one’s surprise, he was wearing his colors.
He joined Bo the dog who was ready to roll.
And over the hillsides, the bikers did go.
They headed to Memphis, the home of The King
And that night stopped on Beale St. to hear BB sing.
The next day on to Nashville and The Bluebird Café
Then they journeyed to Asheville – Bee City USA.
While on their journey they enlisted the aid
Of farmers and truckers and those who have made
Our country far greater than any on Earth
Those men and those women who protect and who serve.
They had all come together as one single voice
To tell the lawmakers we DO have a choice.
Then the President came to address the protestors.
Who thought that his presence was only a gesture.
For the people know actions speak louder than words
And anything less would be simply absurd.
They traveled to Richmond and on to DC
Where the people assembled to help save the bees.
They came from all over; from all walks of life
There were doctors and lawyers and even housewives.
Next to speak was the man who had gathered them there
And standing beside him was a child with blond hair
The man spoke from the heart and had these words to say
Mr President Sir, we have come here this day…
To share what most people on earth take for granted
The importance of all creatures God put on this planet.
We must change how we live, we must lead by example
As our forefathers did when they wrote the Preamble.
We need something done, we need legislation
To help save the bees from complete devastation
We know from the past some things simply can’t wait
And if we don’t hurry, it might be too late.
The president listened with all due respect
But the words of the child had a larger impact.
He looked at the kid and with a great smile
Said, “I’d like to hear now from the mouth of a child.”
The little boy spoke with tears in his eyes
And though just a child was exceedingly wise.
“Imagine in Spring what would make someone sad
If the cherry blossoms were a thing of the past.
If in summer there wasn’t the fruit on the vine
Or pumpkin pie on the table at Thanksgiving time.
What if one day we woke and the bees were just gone?
I’m sure you’d agree that’d be terribly wrong!
If we don’t save the bees then our future is bleak
Although doing what’s right is not a task for the weak.
In a word you should know what’s really killing the bees -
The biggest problem is this – apathy. “
At first there was silence and then up above
In the distance was heard the sound of a buzz
A message appeared written in the blue sky.
Which said, “The time is NOW – Save the Hive”.
The little boy’s message had struck a great chord
That losing the bees we just cannot afford.
We can’t wait on our neighbors to get the job done
We can make changes now, and it begins with just one.
Just a reminder….