Tired Of Nuts

If by birth I was a squirrel With dreams someday I'd speak. I would not spend time Jumping from tree to tree Or staring at birds searching worms Pecked from the ground and pulled with beaks. I'd gather all my nuts to munch, And practice vowels from a branch... 'A-E-I-O-U' I'd do, Adopting fresh skills to enhance! And I would do this out loud, of course... To keep stunned squirrels aware, I had heights I wanted to achieve And sights other than nuts to bite... Before the season dropped their leaves from trees! And visions of speeches, To prepare and teach... More squirrels I knew who grew tired of nuts, Too close without a challenge to reach. And 'that' I would suspect from a hunch!