Earl the Squirrel
she had one bestie, his name was Earl
He happened to be a Connecticut squirrel
She told him things she had told no other
not her dad, sister, friend or her grandmother
Earl could keep a secret, he was trusted friend
When she told him something, there it would end
He never double-crossed her or shared her news
She loved him a lot, he never gave her the blues
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