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Cunning little critter, Small furry squirrel. Looking for a stray food or two, Happy to find more than a few. If would a ferocious animal appear, Should it curl up and quiver in fear? No, but run to the nearest pine, And for greatest safety, hide. Comfy in it's nest, with its little family too. There's the life of a squirrel for you. This poem © to Riikka Kankaanpää, please do not use without permission. |