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Hurly Burly, the squirrel next door, Came over to visit one day. He sat on a pipe, gave his fur a quick swipe, And invited himself in to play. I should have said no! I should have thought to be wary! But smarts never entered the picture! I let down my guard, My door I unbarred, And Hurly leaped fast off of the fixture! He ran past my toes, His tail dusted my nose As I leaned down to watch him come in. And since then I've had him, A visiting add-in, He thinks he's one of my kin! But squirrels are not easy, Their manners un-pleasey, They certainly raise quite a fuss. I never expected such chaos, such havoc, But Hurly has made quite a muss! |
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My rugs are all shredded, My mattress debedded, Old grandfather clock is his nest! But that's not the worst With a house that is cursed With a squirrel that involved in a quest! |
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He chatters and scratches. He picks at the latches Of cupboards that hold all my food! And if they resist, His teeth they persist, And sly is his favorite mood. So I need a vacation, Some sleep, a relation Who doesn't put holes in the wall. I need someone who's sneaky Who'll throw out old squeaky. Is there someone out there I can call? Someone to beguile him, To charm him, to file him With news of eviction today, Someone who'll relieve me, Who'll sooth me, who'll free me, Believe me when I say that I'll pay! In the meantime it's flea time, Burly's afternoon tea time, When I scratch with the rest of the furries, And wait for that stranger Who'll play the Lone Ranger And vanquish my woes and my worries! |
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"Bye, bye Mr. Squirrel! Don't come back now! You rascal you!" Hurly Comes A'Calling Copyright © 2004 by Sandy Bazinet |