His eyes are just like shiny beads,
His ears are small and neat,
His bushy tail curled on his back,
He has little claw-like feet,
Running along the branches
And jumping from tree to tree,
Hidden in between the leaves,
He is difficult to see,
He will stay up in the tree
If there's a cat around,
But when the cat has gone away
He'll come down on the ground,
He searches in the undergrowth
Looking for some food,
Nuts are still his favourites,
But biscuits too are good,
Upside down he hangs himself,
To find another way
Of stealing wild-birds nuts and then
He quickly darts away,
Back and forth he waves his tail,
If danger then he sees,
Warning other squirrels
To hide up in the trees,
If he knows he can trust you
And you are patient too,
He will become a special friend
And often visit you,
He'll eat straight from your hand
And come to know you too
And if you're quiet and gentle,
He'll always stay near you,
To have a squirrel for a friend,
Is a special way to say
A thank you for the pleasure
Wild-life gives to us each day.