The Squirrel Poem by AnonymousAlthough, it is possible that no one will fess up to actually writing it....
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.
Wrong.
Apparently, his breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, supper, dinner and in-between snacks are at our feeder....
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