Not Until November

not until November his mama said
squirrel got angry and his cheeks got red
when is that? he wanted to know
it will probably snow, she said, probably snow

the next day was November first
but his mother could be kind of the worst
she did not tell him, because she was not in the pie-baking mood
that is what he was after, his favorite food
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