An Ode To A Squirrel

Oh, little chirpy squeaking squirrel I see you always dressed in grey apparel Swift as an arrow you can run Watching you scamper the tree is fun Is it when you are joyous and hale That you are seen flicking your bushy tail Along the ground and over the bough you scurry Darting up and down in great hurry Why do you arch your back and sniff the air When you see someone coming near Men seem to annoy and leave you in fear That you take to heels in top gear You live in the holes of boles But rarely rest in those hollows When the weather is warm and bright You forage food with all your might To beat the wintry days, you have many tactics And it is a pleasure to watch your antics You strive to fill your granary with nuts and grain To this end, you are ready to take any strain For you, living is the sole occupation From labour, you never take any vacation Seeing the way you move and run, It seems you have so much energy to burn How I like you little chirpy squirrel Come to me, I shall feed you with nut's kernel Oh chattering friend, you remove from my dull day All that can leave me in possible dismay