A guinea pig once told me
"Hay's my favorite thing, you see?
I need to eat it constantly
to help wear down my growing teeth.
It also helps me to digest
I won't say more, you know the rest.
But as my mom, you get upset
all this hay! it makes you fret.
Hay, hay, it is everywhere
on your food, or in your hair.
It's covering the entire floor,
how could a piggy ask for more?
In your backpack, or on your bed
under the couch; atop your head!
Maybe even in the bath
it always gets in your path!
Somehow you don't mind the hay,
since I'm so cute, it's okay!"
Yeah, I really just wrote a whole poem (and post) about hay. But how can I ignore it when I have a 50-pound box in my closet and my girls are constantly begging for it?