The Squirrel

THE SQUIRREL He’s got beady black eyes That shine very bright And a nose that is always twitching. He scratches his nose, With his long back legs, I suppose just because it is itching. He can run very fast, Up and down trees, And hops very quick on the ground. He stops and he looks Under crispy brown leaves, For nuts that just might have dropped down. His tail’s long and fluffy, There are tufts on his ears, And he jumps from tree to tree. He’s a squirrel I’ve seen On my trips to the park, And I wish he would come home with me.