In A Nutshell:

The breaking of the outer shell
Leads to the goodies inside,
With a mouthful of anticipation
I pry and pry and pry.

I pick the shell to the bone
And look and search and hunt,
For any sign and every piece
Of that tasty little nut.

My efforts go unnoticed
But my fingers bleed with sweat,
Hardly worth all the work
For the little that I get.

I lick my sensitive fingers
That are aching from my efforts,
The reward of that nutty taste
Is definitely worth my endeavor.

The waste is plenty the treat is not
It doesn't seem all that fair,
With the very little prize I get
There is not enough to share.

I scrap all the crumbs together
And what's left of the shell,
My stomach hardly knows a thing
But my fingers sure can tell.