A squirrel in the garden
black and robust
runs up and down
seems in a hurry
up it goes in a speed
perches itself high
gnaws the berries as fast
as much as it could
descends down in a scurry
with the nuts in hand
rushes to the flower beds
digs a hole in a second
buries the nuts in it
closes the burrow in no time
perhaps it is its bank
might be an investment
as in the economics
might be a storage
be that of in ordinary
it is its vault for the winter
a lovely way to keep going
Well! a little squirrel also knows
the benefits of saving too!
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