Fighting Over the Nut
Gray ground squirrel and toughie buffie elf both wanted the nut.
It’s is mine! Yelled the elf. Squirrel knocked him with his butt.
I say it’s mine! The elf insisted, persisting hoping squirrel would leave.
Instead that motorcycle squirrel showed him his tough guy tattoo sleeve.
I guess we could share it the elf suggested, reluctantly.
The squirrel knocked him out of that persnickety old pine tree.
Seriously! He yelled from his sprawled place on the ground.
How did such a mean squirrel ever get the best squirrel crown?
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