THE SQUIRREL.

“Squirrel, squirrel, brown and brisk,
High above me in the tree,
I can see you bound and frisk,
I can see you peep at me.

“Squirrel, squirrel, you can play;
Mer-rier beast is none than you;
Yet you are not only gay,
You are wise and mer-ry too.

You can play till summer’s o’er,
And the nuts come falling free,
Then to hoard your winter store
You are busy as a bee.

“Squirrel, squirrel, I would bound
Gai-ly at my sports as you,
And, like you, I would be found
Careful for the future too.”

— anonymous