Summer sunshine on autumn leaves
 
 A grey squirrel shoots up high, along the bark of a tree
 Fleeing upwards, to where there are no prying eyes to see
 A quick look up, a sniff of the air surround itīs little head
 It quickly hides the little nuts, before it clambers into bed
 A long big sleep, waiting to take itīs toll
 on the little creatures, the little marvels that make our lives whole
 Slowly the shadow of a tree falls over it's small nest
 Situated in a place only our little friend here knows best
 It picks up a nut, and eats it, cracking the shell
 And suddenly it reaches itīs nose, that sweet aromatic smell
 Itīs the scent of free flight, of breaking the waves
 Yes... we have come a long way from living in caves
 Thus ends another day, and the squirrel goes on through
 To our bonus-round, where it will share a little nut with you


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