I didn’t from you receive,

Not even a postcard or by your leave,

I’d like to taste a Loon, I do believe,

Not very brotherly if I do say so myself,

Your not sharing with your brothers,

Has always been, at least with me, a pet peeve…

Ma said don’t worry, this time he will,

Send us something that he did kill,

But I know you, even cooking what you catch,

Is something you don’t do, hope the skeeters made you scratch…

I also hope that Bobcat kept you awake,

Snarling all night for its own sake,

So what if you did not sleep, after swimming in the cold lake,

You don’t deserve even a nap, after no sharing with your brothers,

Even a taste of that delicious trout or carp or whatever is your druthers…