| SUICIDAL SQUIRRELS |
| Small and cute with tails quite furry They race around in such a hurry Spiraling up a tree they chase Playfully scampering from place to place Defying gravity, they leap and bound Perpendicular to the ground To go out on a limb is a fearless feat But what is it that draws them into the street Whenever you get behind the wheel It's like a base they're trying to steal It's almost as though they wait 'til you're near Then dart across with just enough room to clear You try to steer clear, though you may wonder why They're only road rodents, and not short in supply But they catch you off guard when they jump in your way So your automatic reflex to avoid them you obey I wonder if this is like drugs for the squirrels An adrenaline rush to make their little heads whirl They're like little junkies living on the edge Either that, or they just want to mess with our heads Some are quite deft at this daredevil stunt While others, we've seen, are less fortunate As curiosity is often the cat's demise For the squirrel, indecision is lethally unwise You've seen them -- they'll get halfway across Then panic and start second guessing, and pause It becomes a game of chicken you're playing Which way should you dodge, or do you just slay him I wonder if they view their roadkill friends as heroes, whose love for the sport brought their end Setting the mark ever higher for them to beat the old record of the Near Miss event |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |
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