Saturday, December 6, 2014

The Sad Case of the Flying Squirrel

flying squirrel


By Anonymous

Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop;
Up he goes
To the tree top! 
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 the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out it fell.


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