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TIGER THE SQUIRREL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There once was a golf-loving squirrel named Tiger In a golf cart, he was never a rider. He chipped acorns with flair Through the crisp autumn air Sinking putts while his tail waved ever higher! At Augusta he drove from the tee with a crack Sending pinecones far down the fairway track With one paw on his hip He'd adjust for the slip Of wet leaves—never missing a shot back! His hole-in-one made the ‘woods’ cheer As blue jays swooped down to draw near With his green jacket Tiger bowed, twitching his nose He practiced from dawn till night, for his fame arose. Tiger, the Masters golf champion all creatures did revere!
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