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A little baby squirrel
lost it's way
But found time to play

tugging at my shoe laces
I gave it a wee bite to eat
it nibbled all that was left
The poor wee blighter
Chased me around the room
He jumped around
like a little acrobat
Then at last we let
it go.

But the little tinker
popped back to say
I ran for Shelia
next door.
She kindly brought a box
The poor we might wasn't
Happy it tried to scramble
Out of the box
we tried once more
to let the the we thing go
At last it followed
it's foot steps home....
Rosalind written by

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