A FRIENDLY SQUIRREL
I see a friendly squirrel
Outside my office door.
Not a new one, mind you,
For she's been here before.
How do I know it's a "she"?
Just guessing, you know!
But she looks kinda' feminine
In the way she moves and goes.
Of course I've been feeding her,
And eleven others,
Of her very kind,
All sisters or brothers!
They are not fearful of me
For they know me well.
The troop keeps growing
Because others they tell.
It's nice to have wild ones
Come and play by my door,
While Muggsy, my Boston Terrier,
Watches them from the floor.
I wish people were sometimes
Like the squirrels at my door;
Who would remain friends
With each other forever more!