Oh, my goodness! See that woodpile,
I’ll explore it quite a long while,
Please don’t stack it. Let it stay ’round,
It’s my own Adventure Playground.
Sweet the smell of new cut firewood,
Forest fir, a fragrance so good,
Freshens up my furry coating,
“I’m so special,” I’ll be gloating.
Now the truck has left at last,
I’ll explore and have a blast,
Careful though, the wood may slide,
And I could get stuck inside.
So much wood to climb up on,
I can duck in and be gone,
Just in case the heavens rained,
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.