The Alpine Winged Pika

Oh, Pika, Oh Pika! Hark, little friend Your adorable cuteness Simply has no end You scamper out of a crack In a giant granite boulder And no matter how old you get You never look older And yet, I know you are sage A wise little critter Do the harsh alpine conditions Ever make you feel bitter? Or are you simply at home All snug in your bed While snow falls above And flakes land on your head? Alas, oh pika! I long to be like you Resilient but present You know what is true Which is why you have ...