My life begins far above the ground,
Though below the ground, life I may give.
When I come down to greet the ground,
A thunderous noise I will make.
A tasty treat to many, I provide,
But only if they have the tools to get me.
The macaw is one,
The agouti is another.
Without the aid of the agouti,
My circle of life may never be completed,
And the forest I am part of would lose a valued member.
So watch out below when it’s time for me to go,
Or an injury I will give you.