Bushy Tail
Mother nature gives strong legs
To those that climb tall trees
And the squirrel was given some
To climb high easily
He can hang upside down
With his strong little paws
Holding the bark as tight as he can
And denying physical laws
He goes to the fork of a tree
And shakes his bushy tail
And barks when danger’s passed
Then all’s quiet a spell
He spends time on the ground
Busily burying nuts
With pin oak acorns and pecans
In holes and covered up
Each evening the squirrel returns
To his hollow in a tree
Until again tomorrow comes
And upside down he leaves