Everyday the squirrels gather round-
AS I place peanuts upon the ground-
Sometimes theres'four-sometimes three-
They never lose sight of me-
They spot the bags of treats galore-
Eat the nuts and look for more-
Their little eyes look so sad-
Giving them nuts makes them glad-
They are not afraid as they look around-
Scouting for nuts upon the ground-
IT'S fun to see them eat and play-
AS I go about my day-
Their little faces light up my heart-
AS I feed them from the start-
I am indeed their friend-
Tossing peanuts is the trend-
They look for me everyday-
AS I go on my way-
Having fun all the way-
I love squirrels what can I say?
THE END

There was a cat her name was PATCH-
IN the old castle the mice she'd catch
She'd hide behind the old stone wall-
Then pounce upon them one and all-
She was shrewed and she was fast-
Upon the walls her shadow she'd cast-
The mice would run -they would hide-
While PATCH would take it all in stride-
Sometimes the mice would win or lose-
The fattest ones PATCH would choose-
She ate them with great delight-
While some looked on in total fright-
Now PATCH  is old and slow and such-
Pays not attention to the mice so much-
The castle now is cold and bare-
For PATCH is no longer there-
The mice still run and play-
about-''Good No More Cat'' They Shout-