See the little squirrel go scurrying by –
Chasing her brother up the tree so high –
Scampering along to the end of the limb –
Oh, how I do envy them!
A beauty to behold – a joy to the world –
Sitting so proudly – with her tail unfurled,
Waving like a flag for all to see –
Seems to be saying, “Come look at me!”
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