There’s an acorn falling from a tree
it hasn’t landed yet –
It didn’t fall down naturally
it simply lost a bet.
A furry squirrel who happened by
was in cahoots you know,
With a well-known shady gambler
who went by, Mr. Crow.
But acorn, he was clever
he wasn’t just some nut,
He bounced far off a lower branch
then rolled to his friend's hut.
What squirrel and crow had yet to learn
was that acorn was a thinker,
and his little friend, both black and white
was really quite a stinker.
1 comment:
And in his hut, he piled them high - right up to his little eye!
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