I heard a rustle walking by
A little stand of trees
And then I heard the sound again
A shaking in the leaves
I turned around and saw them twist
Branches in disarray
And then I caught a sight of it
A squirrel lithe and gay
He danced along the paths of bark
While searching for his food
And when he found a nut to eat
His manners were quite rude
While bits of food fell from his mouth
He gnawed and munched and bit
I didn’t see a napkin used
(Cotillion, did he quit?)
Then after his first meal was done
He did a little jig
And searched for more of his cuisine
So he could grow up big
So next time you are walking and
You ears catch a strange sound
Maybe you should investigate
And see what’s to be found