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Going Squirrely

Going Squirrely

Little squirrel in the tree so high
I always thought that I knew why
From his perch so high above
A solo squirrel no one to love
From mighty branch, his royal throne
His nuts he gathered all alone
No furry friends to play and romp
Morning, noon, and night he tromped
Up the tree and back, he scurried
No chum to share the acorns buried
He munched his nuts in solitary
No gray critters for him to marry
My heart did ache for him so lonely
For a squirrel, he didn't seem homely
It wasn't long before I discovered
Why my friend above me hovered
From the tree, so way up high
Regal rodent hanging in the sky
Shat his nutty remnants out on me
Such messy goo that made me flee
Blessed shit, so crude and rude
Gifted present from the grey little dude
My furry friend had some attitude
From chewing his nuts in solitude