Cyril the Squirrel

Cyril the Squirrel

Cyril the squirrel came visiting
From branch to branch he lept
He was on a mission
On this cold winters day.

He watched the birds with interest
As they swooped down on the table
A virtual feast of seeds and nuts
Was laid before his eyes.

He looked around and scrambled down
Across the grass he ran
At the bottom of the table he
Gave a little squeak

He ran fast up the table
And grabbed a little nut
He stuffed it in one cheek and then
another one.

He ran back down and
Across the grass
To the safety of his tree
And there sat on his branch
He had his little feast.