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Squirrel, What Up?!

You crazy critter you make me say, "What the heck?"

Ornery as hell when you hang out on our deck

You've chewed our cushions, nibbled at the seams

You've pulled out the foam and hauled away reams

Three cushion before I blinked, you leave me frantic

With no way to stop you, I'm in full-blown panic

Then I wonder with fright: are you eating the foam?

That is sad beyond measure, I exhale with an Om!

I hope you are building your pad with the bits of our home

To stay warm in the cool and lay safely as we roam

Sadly there are no more cushions on the deck for you

Now I cannot wait for you to scurry without a clue!

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