Cries of a Crocodile

I yip and yap,
Yet brood all day,
And look for stupid
Things to say.
 
I spy and glare
And mutter too,
To find a little
Thing to do.
 
I do not help,
Just sit and judge
And when they call
I do not budge.
 
But when I need
A spot of aid
That’s when I see
My groundwork laid -
 
They sit and laugh
And roll their eyes
And rebut all
My earlier lies
 
They shrug and sigh
And tut and groan
For when I ask -
They all just moan!
 
And last I see
The fruit I raised
The rotten core –
All friendships razed.
 
For now they see
My colours true –
Oh dear God,
What to do?