Oh, how I love
To watch the squirrels
Climbing up trees
Dancing through myrtle
Swinging on bird feeders
Eating corn and seed
Stuffing their cheeks
Whenever they feed
At night they stalk
The garden delights
Stealing the veggies
Without a fright
They dig up the bulbs
And leave holes in the yard
Hide in the attic
When winter is hard
And yet each day
Though I try very hard
I cannot catch one
Invading my yard
I dream each night
Chasing that rat
But then I wake up
All I caught was a nap
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