Do Not Invite the Squirrel
Don’t invite squirrel hedgehog said in a persnickety way.
I have to, he’s my bestie especially on a windy day!
Hedgehog kept his mouth shut, but he was unhappy for sure.
He did not like squirrel’s tail, it was fluffy, and it had its own grr.
I am afraid of the tail, hedgehog finally admitted to me.
I rolled my eyes and my body and landed under a big oak tree.
It’s only a tail, it cannot bite you, I said.
Hedgehog argued, my cousin invited squirrel, and now he is dead.
How old was your cousin? I asked, wondering now.
He was a mere ninety-nine years, and he still rode his own cow.
He had a bunch of ***** and sass, my third cousin squirrel.
But now he is dead, and frankly, I blame that squirrel.
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