Pat, pat, pat, and that is that;
scratch, scratch, scratch, where was that?
Nuts in the ground,
are they ever found?
Paw over paw, claws over claws...
winters that gnaw,
empty stomachs wait for the thaw,
Can't make a map,
don't take a nap!
Fuzzy gray fur, just a small blur,
clinging to trees, nobody sees.
Climbing thin branches, taking their chances;
can anyone find their trail?
Gray squirrel, gray squirrel, swish your bushy tail!
