You may remember Linc, the delinquent. Well, do y’all know now where “de Linc went”? He went up a fir tree in my yard.
“Nyah, na-na-nah-na,” he called down to me. But then he thought he’d better get up a little higher, just to be on the safe side.
He turned just once more, and I think he was about to stick his tongue out at me, but I reminded him of his manners. He really is such a “delinquent.”
I hope he’s found a safe place to sleep tonight.
I love it when he comes to visit, but I wonder where he sleeps at night. I hope he keeps out of trouble at least until tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow….
Lincoln is a little squirrel
With a tail that has a curl,
When he visits I am glad
Even though he’s often bad.
Up and down the tree he’ll run,
So intent on having fun,
Wish he’d let me cuddle him,
But he says that is a sin.
“I don’t trust you,” he tells me,
“Safer if you let me be.”
So when he is on a limb,
“Smile,” I say, and then, “Got him!”