The Boss

There’s a pesky little hummingbird
At my feeder today
He thinks he’s the boss
I wish he’d go away!

He perches at the top of the tree
Patiently lying in wait
Hoping to catch an unsuspecting hummer
Sampling the sweet sugary bait.

As soon as they get near
the edge of the feeder
He dashes out to meet them
like he's a Wal-Mart greeter.

But he doesn’t say welcome
He just rushes them away
So that he can keep the feeder
For his greedy self all day.

Well I’ve got news for him
That pesky little hummer
I’m not changing his feeder
For the rest of the summer.