Huck gave his head to the watermelons
In a trade for one of theirs.
Now his thoughts are full of seeds
While the fruit patch puts on airs.
Now he’s ripe with possibility
And free of heady cares.
How much finer to be full of sweetness
Even though he’s chased by bears.
How his rind shines brighter than his mind
Could ever think to dare.
Huck slept in a bit too late today
And rooted in bed there.
If you don’t like watermelons
I know a pumpkin patch or pears
Who’d trade you for that fruitless head.
Want to replant your upstairs?