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True Lies

I was sitting in the park one day 
in the shade underneath a tree
When I saw this little squirrel come up 
and sit right next to me

I watched it sit there for a while 
then I offered it some bread
He looked around then looked at me 
'no thanks' I thought he said

I knew I must be hearing things 
so I said 'say that again'
He said 'I said no thank you' 
and I about jumped out my skin

Squirrels aren't suppose to talk 
or at least that's what I thought
But he asked me for a cigarette 
and said that'd  mean alot

I thought, this can't be happening 
it had to be some kind of joke
But I was sure I heard this little squirrel 
just ask me for a smoke

So I gave the squirrel a cigarette 
then sat and watched in awe
When he was done he told me thanks 
and stuck out his little paw

I shook his paw and left the park 
I'm not sure if he's still there
Everyone says I imagined it 
but he asked me for a square

My doctor thinks I dreamed it all 
but I swear that it's the truth
If you don't believe my word 
ask the pigeon he smoked one too

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