This little squirrel Quill
He lived over the highest hill -
He pined all day with nuts to collect
To protect for long winters.
Quill climbed the tallest
trees and still he
hid from large eagles till
He knew he could safely return home
burrowed in his log.
Mr. Squirrel Senior Quill warned
"Don't be long, it's nearly dawn!"
But little Quill amused himself
and ate acorns to meet his fill.
He didn't worry or scurry home -
He took his time,
He sang a rhyme
He made a friend: 'Jerome' the gnome,
He sang and sought a new way home.
Mrs. Squirrel Quill, she drilled and drilled:
"Where were you? what happened?!"
Her mother's voice shrill.
"I, uh, I was ill!" said Quill, "terrible case
of Squirrel's fill!"
Hiding the nuts, he smiled wide;
He was happy, little Quill -
Free and filled.
(C) 6/1/15
Courtney L
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
This little squirrel Quill
He lived over the highest hill -
He pined all day with nuts to collect
To protect for long winters.
Quill climbed the tallest
trees and still he
hid from large eagles till
He knew he could safely return home
burrowed in his log.
Mr. Squirrel Senior Quill warned
"Don't be long, it's nearly dawn!"
But little Quill amused himself
and ate acorns to meet his fill.
He didn't worry or scurry home -
He took his time,
He sang a rhyme
He made a friend: 'Jerome' the gnome,
He sang and sought a new way home.
Mrs. Squirrel Quill, she drilled and drilled:
"Where were you? what happened?!"
Her mother's voice shrill.
"I, uh, I was ill!" said Quill, "terrible case
of Squirrel's fill!"
Hiding the nuts, he smiled wide;
He was happy, little Quill -
Free and filled.
(C) 6/1/15
Courtney L
