An Ode To Squirrels
Wunce I warse a-walking
Down a cleanly path
I sawr a little squirrel
Larffing at me laffs.
He warse a kindly fellow
A nicely little gent
Hopping brisky to and fro
On his way to Kent.
I sed to him -- O sonny!
Where dost thou marry travel?
With a bumbly duffle bag
Loded full of grabble?
But nottin did he says to me
Only one-y little wink
And flying from a biggy bush
He landed in a think.
And so I thart a little think
That thart so I was thinking
But thartting think so very hard
Got me to the brinking.
And so a little morale
For you squirrelly little lads
Thart before you thinking
OR I’LL CHOP YOU UP IN LITTLE PIECES AND FEED YOU TO THE DOGS.
