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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