mr. squirrel eating bird seed poem by steven james humphreys
Humor, Nature

mister squirrel

mister squirrel lives in my tree

he has a clever technique

hanging upside down

lowering himself low on the chain

which holds up the bird seed house I keep

he’s stealing seeds meant for my treasured birds

but that’s OK with me

I found a deal on a big bag of seeds

for fifty cents a pound

that’s half the going price

eat all you want my friend

so I can watch you stay happy with a full belly

the dove, blue jay, red headed, yellow chested and plain colored birds

aren’t very happy with you

but the lizards and I don’t care

for we don’t eat seeds.

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