Poem: Love Can Make you Squirrelly Early

Photo by Steven H. Robinson

Love Can Make you Squirrelly Early

By Grandma Genie aka Jean Monce Bryant

There is a squirrel named Earl

He’s fallen for a girl

His heart is in a whirl

Before his needs were few

Good food—a bed or two

He’s not sure what to do

His mind is full of clutter

She’s near--he’s turned to butter

His heart is all aflutter

She is so very cute

He’d like to give pursuit

Dressed in his racing suit

He’d chase her up a tree

And down so speedily

He’d even utter “WHEE”

Photo by Wayne Pridemore

There is another bloke

He thinks for HIM she’s”spoke”

Earl know that is a joke

When she has passed Earl by

He’s seen her wink an eye

And seem a trifle shy

Now he’s a little older

He’ll get a little bolder

And brush against her shoulder

If she will say “I do”

And promise love so true

They’ll marry—wouldn’t you?

They’ll build a nest so high

Right up there near the sky

And babies soon we’ll spy

Then little earls will come right down

They’ll race around and cover ground

And squirrels FOREVER will abound!