B,L,S
Busy little Squirrel.
Little squirrel I watch you from my window every day.
You're up the trees and down the trees then you run away.
I know if I sit quiet and never make a sound
then you'll return with fattened cheeks
you've foraged from the ground.
I watch you very closely as you scurry
to a small hole in my tree.
Where you store your nuts and berries
so no-one else will see.
You're a clever little squirrel
but you're always on your own.
I'm glad to see you busy in my tree
where you've made your home.
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