Six little plump squirrels,
With grey and white coats,
Come into the garden each day,
They scamper about,
They chase all around
And run up the trees, as they play,
They come to the door,
When they hear the faint click,
For they know there'll be food waiting there,
Then they smartly sit up
On their little back legs,
To be certain of getting their share,
To me, each one's different
In manner and face,
With bushy tail, or maybe thin
And there's one little mischief
Who pushes the door
And quite without warning, comes in,
They're quick and they're sharp
And they're awfully cute
These six little squirrels I've found,
The day may be dull,
But they brighten it so,
As they scamper about on the ground,
They chatter and fight,
Making sure that they get
Their fair share of breakfast today,
You are welcome, dear squirrels
And there'll always be food
Waiting here, if only you'll stay.