A Squirrel's Treat

Now there’s a sound I’ve heard before, The quietest knock on plastic door, The squirrel on the other side, Boldly stands, no need to hide, He knows that there’s nothing to fear, From the people within here, But if he can just look so sweet, He might just earn himself a treat, And so he stands with widening eyes, Hoping for a small surprise, He waits patiently for bread, With his tail so bushy and red, Give him it dry and he might just utter, “Thank you Miss, but where’s the butter?”