Thank Heavens for Little Squirrels

(Editor’s note:  This would have been one of Mom’s last poems.  She past away in early August of 2002.-John M.)

Thank heavens
For little squirrels
For little squirrels
Who grow up as they do

Thank heavens
For little squirrels
Who find your house
And then they chew and chew

Thank heavens
For all of them
They trim your shingles
Then they get rid of them

Thanks heavens
For little squirrels
For little squirrels
Who grow up in the quaintest ways

Sometimes they are just darling
While other times they
Make the best of us
Run out snarling

Thank heavens
For little squirrels
7/31/02