And gives a shake
Clearly disapproving,
But I insist he trot along
And tap the glass
To get him moving.
An astounding leap
And off he bounds
Into the woods at hand.
He looks back once
And sees me there
Making good on my demand.
Perhaps now the birds
Might have a chance
To get themselves some dinner.
They'd best be quick
Cause that squirrel I know
Ain't getting any thinner.
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