For fluffy tails may tempt a wily minx

When’ e’er I look upon the squirrel’s plight I think, perhaps, he should be given flight So he could join the mob in warmer climes But then a raged furry coat and tail In Florida could land a squirrel in jail For stealing ice to cool Corona limes For fluffy tails may tempt a wily minx To ask the grayish snow bird what he thinks About the Penguin acting like a Mime For squirrels, it seems, have knowledge of such stuff And have been known to call a Penguins bluff By telling them such acts should be a crime Replied the Penguin in a voice quite grim “I do think that your tail could use a trim” Said the squirrel “then that minx would be mine”