The Squirrel
Whisky, frisky, hippity-hop,
Up he goes tot he treetop.
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 his shell.
Snappity, crackity, out it fell.
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