You would think by now they’d know
That one hole is like another.
The sugar-water will always flow
And they could take turns with each other.
Perhaps it is that they have spent
Too much time watching us;
Watched us push to make the rent,
Shove each other on the bus,
Parking at the mall, pushing for space,
Learned the best goes to the first.
So they buzz and dart and race;
Each wants first to slake their thirst.
Blue Fish Digest~May/June 2015