Little Squirrel
"Little Squirrel"
I hear the chatter,
I hear the whirl.
I hear the noise,
of the intruding squirrel.
The damage isn't slight,
and I hope they don't bite.
Something must be done,
or else they have won.
So what can I do,
how can I win.
If I do nothing,
they'll come back again.
I don't want to hurt them,
don't want them to suffer.
I just don't want them,
to come here for supper.
I could leave them a trail,
of nuts to my neighbor.
But how do I know,
they won't come back later.
I like squirrels until they come in,
so I'll keep on trying until I win.
By
Trip Johnson
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