I’ve seen the squirrels’ hiding place,
Beneath this pile of logs,
They stash their nuts and cones in there,
While watching out for dogs.
It’s not that Emma eats their food,
She’s picky what she eats,
But squirrels are safer for the fence,
So they won’t be her treats.
I think I smell some hazelnuts,
Still buried under here,
If I could find a few of them,
I’d be a ‘coon of cheer.
But there’s that snooping dog again,
Time for me to take a hike,
And come back later on.
You’ve heard of cowards turning tail,
They show their other end,
I’m not a chicken, but I just
Have no more time to spend.