2017

Squirrel Poem

 The Squirrel

Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop;
Up he goes
To the tree top!
Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.
Furly, curly
What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!
Where’s his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out it fell.
Author unknown
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The little fox squirrel visits my feeders on a daily basis. ❤

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