The squirrel, he scrimmages
to find a hidden nut,
to fill up the hole
in his hungry little gut.

He delves quite feverishly
in his absented minded way
looking for that last little acorn
that hopelessly gone astray.

He sometimes scurries up
an old oak tree
hyper vigilant to sudden movement
that could interfere with his binging spree.

Dressed in formal grey
He's a furry ball who's spry.
Our persistent little chap
got quite a roving eye.

He searches far and wide
for his underground treasure.
And holds fast his lot
with each careful measure.

As he ravishes each scrumptious
hardy bite
his cheeks fill up fast
as he packs it all in tight.

And I think to myself,
what a peculiar scene!
Enjoying his antics,
as he enjoys his cuisine.