Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Squirrel

The Squirrel 
Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop;
Up he goes
To the tree top!

Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.

Furly, curly
What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!

Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out it fell.

I still remember how happy I was the first time I saw a squirrel scampering in our yard. It still makes me smile when I see one! 

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