Yesterday morning while eating breakfast I was noticing the
rather plump squirrels dashing around the water oak in the backyard and I was
reminded of the first poem I ever read out loud, as a matter of fact I read it
from the school office over the intercom to the entire school. I was in first
grade.
The Squirrel
Anonymous
Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop;
Up he goes
To the tree top!
Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.
Furly, curly
What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!
Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out it fell.
Hippity hop;
Up he goes
To the tree top!
Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.
Furly, curly
What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!
Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out it fell.
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