Watching Disco Squirrel
Disco squirrel now will reach for the stars
I watch and he takes off; being all ours.
The onlookers are amazed as he goes into a spin.
It’s amazing the fantastic shape he is in!
It’s all that chasing he does during the day.
He has a girlfriend, and boy, do they play!
They have worn a path around my oak tree.
I smile at the warm happy memory.
How did he get his name? A newcomer asks. And why?
Watch him for a few seconds, I eagerly reply.
Oh, wow! He does have the moves! She says now.
He can twist and groove and he packs lots of pow!
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