Lookout Post

The meerkats stood on tippy toes, For danger was afoot! Where it would strike, nobody knows And yet they must stay put! So one looked left and one looked right And one looked up and down! To some, the meerkats looked a sight, With each one, Nature's clown! But times were hard and foes were fast! So fast, they were a blur! While unwarned victims were aghast, The wise were quick to stir! They didn't hang around and say, 'Ooh, look! That's not so good! ' They scarpered quick, got clean away And left the neighbourhood! Forewarned, forearmed, four feet, then gone... To snigger underground! To safely hide from light that shone, No longer to be found! The game went on to their delight, For hours at a time... It's very hard for foes to bite A meerkat in his prime! United they stand! Together! Survivors to the end! Yes, meerkats are very clever! Just try to catch one, friend! The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Lookout Post'.