Leaves of Grass

Mudskipper, a capybara, eating grass

Grass!

Grass!Today’s post is dedicated to grass. No plant deserves acclaim more than grass! Wonderous, tasty, soft, and green, grass is the food of the gods…or at least the of capybaras.

Mudskipper, a capybara, eats tall grass.

Short or tall, I love to eat them all

Capys Love the Little Grasses

Capys love the little grasses,
All the little grasses of the world.
Be they short or be they tall,
Capys love to eat them all.
Capys love the little grasses of the world.

Capys love the little grasses,
All the little grasses of the world.
We like to grind them with our teeth,
There’s nothing more we love to eat.
Capys love the little grasses of the world

In case you didn’t notice it, that is not just a poem, it is a song. Humans call the human version, “Jesus Loves the Little Children.” I don’t know who Jesus is, but I can tell you he doesn’t love children more than capybaras love grass! Our love for grass is infinite and eternal . Humans must feel the same way or they wouldn’t grow such beautifully green lawns.

 

Baby capybara, Mudskipper Rous, grazing in green grass.

Even as a baby, I loved to graze

Delicious Grass

Delicious grass, grow in my yard
It’s you I love to eat.
I once was hungry, but now I’m full.
Awake, but now I sleep.

Delicious grass, grow in my yard
To graze until day’s end.
There is no better food than you.
I eat both leaves and stems.

This song is based on Amazing Grace but I have enhanced it to address a more important topic. Luckily, a lot of grass does grow in my yard. I have MelT to thank for that. Except that I’m not going to.

Mudskipper Rous, a pet  capybara, grazing

Um Um good!

Grass That I Love

Grass that I love, grow for me.
Let me hide my snout in thee.
Let me eat both day and night,
In the dark or in the light.
Grass that I love, grow for me.
Let me hide my snout in thee.

Grass that I love, grow for me.
Let me hide my snout in thee.
In the spring, summer, or fall,
How I love to eat them all!
Grass that I love, grow for me,
Let me hide my snout in thee.

I could go on and on, and on and on, and on and on, and on and on…better stop there, pretty sure you get the idea. If capybaras worshipped plants, which we do, we would worship grass, which we do.

Do you like my songs about grass? Which one is your favorite? Or do you have a song about grass yourself? Even a poem? Leave me a comment!

3 comments to Leaves of Grass

  • Dawn

    I love your songs! I’m not feeling very creative at the moment, but I will think on it.

    Keep on eating (and pooping).

  • Debbie

    You are poet! Who knew! I love all things Capy but never knew they were poets! Graze on! ❤️

  • Nancy Ray

    Muddy, I know you love grass–and you love corn probably more. Here’s my poem for you about corn!

    Eating Corn

    Eating corn, eating corn. Here am I, eating corn.
    Grains of white and yellow
    Green and white husks I am eating.

    Lots of the people you know like your owner and me (well, you don’t know me yet) used to sing this as a song in school. Usually around Thanksgiving, and we were little kids, maybe second graders. The song originally was called Grinding Corn! I hope you enjoy your Corn poem.

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