#chipmunk
Little chipmunk looking
At me in the old oak tree and
With cheeks like blossoms full of seeds
He scampers swift from tree to tree and
His tiny paws begin to dig
A hurried pace intensely big and
He stuffs his cheeks with nuts
A furry bustling autumn sheen and
He then up the oak he darts so fast
A secret treasure meant to last.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:40 AM UTC
Chipmunk, Chipmunk,
Where could you be?
Maybe in this pretty little tree?
I wish to meet you,
And become your friend.
Maybe I could crush to your little head.
Just promise me you won't scream,
If your blood travels downstream.
So come out little Chipmunk,
If you dare.
Ill be waiting,
Right here,
I sware.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC