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| 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”
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| 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!
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