“Hey, you’re scratching my trunk”
Said the sycamore tree
“And your claws are so sharp –
Ow! They’re torturing me.
Said the cheeky grey squirrel:
“Well I really don’t care
I’ve a dog on my heels,
So I can’t stop and stare.”
The trees like their visitors –
As they come and they go.
They see squirrels and birds
Both in sun and the snow.
They offer them shelter,
They offer them rest –
But of all of their visitors
Which ones are best?
They like the various songbirds
Who sing in the spring.
Hear that beautiful blackbird?
He thinks he’s the king.
Copyright 2007
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