Busy squirrels running up and down a tree
watching them somehow tickles me
burying walnuts wherever they go
how they remember where, I do not know
they must forget a lot of them you see
for everywhere I look, there’s another walnut tree
they chase each other, they run and play
they act like every day’s a holiday
they leap from tree to tree as they go by
traversing their highway in the sky
they have a brain as small as a pea
yet they seem as happy as can be
I wish I could get a one day deferral
and spend that day as a squirrel
