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INSOLENT, DISRESPECTFUL SQUIRRELS
My message to
the tenants -
To bring out
some complaints,
Some people are
whispering:
"We are not
innocent Saints."
It is true my
friendly group
We climb
trees, sit and chat,
Even chew
holes in wood
To
irritate the funny cat.
We are
audacious when it
Comes
to making a plan,
It is
frolicking, sliding, chewing -
And catch me if
you can!
We gather nuts,
play in the snow -
Dig our holes;
we are so kind,
We live here
because we love it
And thought you
wouldn't mind.
Our group is
always watched
With grins
upon your faces,
Always
looking for our
Footprints
in unknown places.
We don't want
to admit
We like to spin
and whirl,
So we named our
Club:
Insolent, Disrespectful Squirrels!
J.
B. . . . .
©
05-15-2005
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