The Squarrel

You can hear him in the tallest trees,
Quarrelling, quarrelling, all the day,
Like all the squarrels, he loves to tease,
It can cause a quarrel, wouldn’t you say?

He flicks his big bushy tail to show
When he’s angry and wants to cause a row.
The answer is simply to turn and go
And find another, distant, bough.

His cousin the squirrel knows this well
And always finds her own quiet tree
With branches where no squarrels dwell.
It’s a simple solution, don’t you see?

So if in the woods you hear a chattering
Growing louder and louder like a quarrel,
And all the other creatures scattering,
You’ll know you’re listening to the squarrel.