| The squirrel jumped from tree to tree.
And asked, “Bird, have you leased your car
To the nasally twit with his foot
In his mouth and a top hat sitting
On a tree stump?” “No, I’ve got debts.
My wife says, ‘Take the cash and put it
Down the drain.’ I said, ‘Are you mad?
At this hour, we can’t play games
Of eggplants and aubergines.”
The squirrel yawned and patted his breast.
“I’ve got to hide my acorns now,
Especially the ones that talk.”
The bird’s got too many peas for his chick,
Thought the squirrel; Good idea as it was,
The furry creature jumped back
To his tree and buried Rick,
Took a shovel and uncovered
His antiquated sensibilities.
And oh! You can’t say that sort of thing here,
Chatty acorns are rude but must be heard:
Your sensibilities need a good dusting off.