A walk in the woods
A walk in the woods
A carpet of bluebells
A home filled with trees
Plenty of branches
But not many leaves.
The odd brave squirrel
Shows his face
Clocks he’s been seen
Disappear with such grace.
Waiting for camouflage
Before the attack
Squirrels group as an army
Then there’s no turning back.
They shell there nuts
Fire and aim
You wave the white flag
They don’t play that game.
But just right now,
It’s fair to say
At this time of year
The squirrels don’t play.
So the carpet of bluebells
In a home filled with trees
Was a walk in the woods
With a soft gentle breeze.
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