Potato Chip Inspector

Potato Chip Inspector


Wherever we play on the beach,
  We keep belongings well in reach,
Or like a pick purse up he’ll creep,
  Potato Chip Inspector!

There after, when we go to swim,
  We bury snack chips deep within
Our beach bags, ‘cause we’re onto him,
  Potato Chip Inspector!

In orange boots and gray streaked sleeves,
  Up tentatively sneaks the thief,
His neck extends, and who is he?
  Potato Chip Inspector!

You might call him a herring gull,
  You ought chastise him “Scat, beach rat!”
‘cause he knows where your chips are at,
  Potato Chip Inspector!

I only glanced away a sec,
  And he was in with a lightning peck,
Now potato chips fly everywhere!
  Potato Chip Inspector!

So if you bring a picnic lunch,
  Don’t toss him some, such thoughts expunge,
Or with his friends, the whole damn bunch –
  Potato Chip Inspectors!