My Regards To the Chef
Here's a tale about a squirrel named Jeff
That just had a mind of his own
See, the problem was he was lazy
And he just wouldn't leave us alone
Now, he didn't gather nuts for winter
Like all of the other squirrels did
Nope, he waited til we all left the room
Then climb in our cabinet, where he hid
He would eat our planters peanuts
That we bought from the grocery store
We tried everything to keep him away
But he just kept coming back for more
So one day I finally caught him
And I put that rodent in a cage
That squirrel was going absolutely nuts
I mean he was really in a rage
Now, my wife wasn't happy, at all
The way he kept eating all our food
She said," I don't care if it is a squirrel,
He doesen't have to be that rude"
Well, it was getting mighty close to supper time
And I thought, "Where am I gonna put this at?
So my wife said, "Don't you worry about a thing,
Cause I'll take care of that"
So, a lttle while later, she brought the food
And I said, "Hey, what did you do with Jeff?"
She said, "Don't worry, he won't bother us anymore,
Now, eat you meat, and give your regards to the chef"
No Squirrels were injured or eaten during the writing of this poem
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