The Squirrel

The little squirrel Is jumping from Branches to branches Lifting its furry tail. It is chasing away its friend And playing hide and seek With my little boy Vicky. For them it is jolly time As the ripe mangoes arehanging With sweet flavor Wafting in the air. They hop like hope Some times near And sometimes far Wonderful it is to see How swift they are While climbing the tree. Sitting pretty on hind legs At the top of tree branches Eating the nuts They make pretty pictures. A squirrel like this Had come to Vicky once Ate 'channas' from his hands Made friendship For a brief period And left beautiful memories For my little kid.