There was a young squirrel, Tsiktsik named
who dreamed to travel the world untamed.
Tired o' the usual, bored of his tree,
he longed for something exciting to see.
So he stuffed a bag with acorn and nuts,
big can o' pepper spray for the mutts.
Said goodbye to ma, sister too,
spread his wings and to England flew.
In the months to follow, years to come,
out he cleansed his brain of dumb.
He sailed the Nile, drank Dead Sea,
of Hollywood sign climbed letter “D.”
Jigged Panama to Istanbul,
munched on muktuk two cheeks full.
Eyed up Everest, slept the Great Wall,
winked at princess China doll.
Crusadered castles and pyramid ruins,
perked his ears at cultured tunes.
Peeps at he in simplicity smiled
on freedom road for endless mile.
Colors of pure, image delight,
nature mixed in breathtaking sight.
Critters skittered wondrous trees,
Tsik laughed aloud in awe and glee.
He swam beside turtle and shark
as iguanas gawked and monkeys barked.
O'er Mayan temple eagles soared,
toucan-parrots squawked their lore.
Aztec sculpture bathed in blood,
Olmec heads by crocs in mud.
Through fields of lava jaguars ran,
he peaked volcanoes as a fan.
Momotombo by moon light,
Santiaguito’s awesome might.
Pakman prince, Ganges fish,
Bambam well, cast a wish.
Hindoo exotics, licked his paws,
tried all evils just because.
Sunned and sanded, leaves of palm,
island life its soothing calm.
Partied Mickey and his friends,
om’d with Buddha to transcend.
Held at gunpoint, once drugged too
only thing he gave them was a screw.
He stood where Alexander styled
in triumph Ghengis Khan ran wild.
Bid Confucius sincere adieu,
spoke nephesh as old Hebrew.
Such are sights and truths he found,
a thousand weeks spent underground.
Digging tunnels in the soul,
jamming his own rock and roll.
Back to his tree he now returns
a while, for adventure burns.
In his heart a great love swirls,
polishing a hundred pearls.
One day come time will be,
treasure begets fertility,
A dozen sons, daughters then,
will fill the earth with Tsik-like Zen.
With sweet babes, off his stage
He merries into ancient age.
His epitaph it will read
“Here grows Tsiktsik from sole seed …”
Recycling his itty bitty knees,
sprouting flowers, bugs n bees
carrying Tsik-molecules into new
greens of earth and skies of blue.
Until that day it will dawn,
he conquers forth with brainy-brawn.
Super-hero squirrel, bushy-tailed freak,
he is Tsiktsik, hear him squeak !!