Our verse responder, back from a vacation in the hinterlands, brings us this song of the Food Coop.

BALLAD OF THE FOOD COOP FROG

He tagged along as the member took
Her head of lettuce home;
Among the green organic leaves
He quietly chanted Om.

For three cold days he went on chanting,
Napping now and then
And wondering if he’d ever see
His Florida pals again.

The member had taken the tiny frog
Across the Carroll Street Bridge
And reaching her kitchen, had transferred
Her Coop food to the fridge.

Till now he’d basked beneath the sun,
Floating on a lucky tide,
Escaping certain painful death
By fatal pesticide.

The third day on his frozen shelf,
He replaced his chant with a yelp,
And Om gave way to urgency,
For Froggie needed help.

It came at last, when just in time,
He found his lettuce haven
Withdrawn by a knowing hand and  placed
In a bowl by a salad maven.
 
The member’s eyes doubled in size
And yet she had no  regret
As she spied her guest and marveled, How
Organic does it get!

Past shock on her part, relief on his,
Froggie no longer drifts;
He’s joined the Coop and shops in peace–
As long as he does his shifts.