Arijit Mandal - The Squirrel

Whisking, frisking,
Hippity, hop
Up he goes
To the tree top!

Shining stripes
Flashing round,
Down he scampers
to the ground.

Whirling, Twirling
What a tail,
Light as a feather
Broad as a sail.

Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, Crackity
Out it fell.

Arijit Mandal

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