Creeping through the leaves,
Laughing through the bushes;
A little brown figure,
Across the land rushes.
Wanting for nuts
In front of us she sits
Hurriedly taking some
But leaving behind bits.
Small and curly tail
And tiny little hands
On trembling two feet
The cute squirrel stands
Fruits, leaves and nuts if found
Is the food on which it feeds.
Jumping and climbing from tree to tree
A risky life it leads.
In honour of such creature
Does my head bend
The meek and timid squirrel
Mother Nature’s best friend
