Spring Comes To Marmotland

I come out from my winter home to greet an April day
And walrus-like lie on my rock my kingdom to survey,
And this I do with nervous view because, you will remember,
I haven’t surveyed my estate since early last September.
But there is my alfalfa field and over here my clover,
And over there the rocky ridge where I can run for cover.
My spinach crop is doing well; a fence keeps out the deer.
I think I see the prospect of another banner year
Full of small consumables and other marmot joys,
If only cats will not be cats and small boys not small boys.