A description of what a squirrel did to my flower-bed.
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I planted lovely pansies
Purple and bright yellow
But I did not account for the deeds
Of that dastardly little fellow
A glorified rodent
Beady eyes and fluffy tail
Ducking in and out
Of my good watering pail
Then he jumped right off it
And burrowed in the soil
Making quite a mockery
Of my long afternoon’s toil
My flowers were uprooted
So beautiful and so fair
Because a rotten peanut
Was buried under there
A stupid little peanut
From last fall, not fit to eat
Was all that he was after
In the day’s gathering heat
So I went back into the house
And through the living room
Back into the kitchen
To get the dustpan and the broom
If I catch him at it next time
He should run really fast
Because that rotten peanut
Could truly be his last.
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