FRISKIE THE SQUIRREL

As the morning sun shines on the soft fluffy snow
The birds on the treetops are looking below
When out of his home comes frisky the squirrel
Scurrying and scampering up the tree he does go
Than sits on a tree branch with his tail curled just so
Chattering and chattering at the movements below
Then along comes thumper with snow shoes for feet
Trips over a log than takes a big leap
Benny the weasel he sneaks through the snow
Hoping that no one will see where he goes
But Hotter the owl he sees him right now
Swoops down to scare him but where did he go
Friskies’s now tired of the commotion below
So he drops down an acorn and off they all go


Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
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