Squirrel

If a squirrel lacked a fuzzy tail To gracefully leap about Would we think he was scary and gross Like the lowly, brown, field mouse? We feed a squirrel; we think he’s keen We watch him climb and scamper Up and around tree branches and trunks We feed him nuts to pamper But, see his cousin, the gray, field mouse We run off and say, “Oh yuck!” You know, skinny tails are the way they’re made No fuzzy tails, is their bad luck If I dress a mouse using a wig Then would you consider him cute? And let him devour your peanuts With no thoughts of mouse rebuke? I’ll look for a wig store this morning Do you think they’ll find me strange? I’ll ask for a tail wig for a mouse Be assured…I’m not deranged.