What's One More
A little squirrel, a stranger
Came into my yard.
He was met with opposition
By the local boys.
He was hungry you could tell
And would not be denied
Each side took their places
And thus began the fight.
Three of them did chase him
Up and down the trees.
The fourth was busy eating
And scratching at his fleas.
"Hey you little rascals
Leave this guy alone
Can’t you tell he’s hungry
Look at his little bones.”
Yes, I thought you would scoot,
But I also feared
That our little stranger
Would up and disappear.
Come on little one
No need to be afraid
There is plenty food for all
If need I’ll keep you safe.
Ok, come on down you twirps,
Help your self to the seeds
There’s always room for one more
All I ask is Peace.
I don’t care how long it takes
I’ve nothing else to do.
I’ve made up my mind
The rest is up to you.
Cile Beer
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2006
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