I see that the young spring squirrels are here.
Darting at each other, and then springing clear
It’s the baby squirrels coming to learn
Who will get to eat first, and who waits a turn
Bark is flying while the branches swing
Height to them doesn’t, seem to mean a thing
They jump around not afraid to fall
Silly young children, not caring at all
Then mom comes out and is claiming her zone
When she gives a threat, she will be left alone
They don’t understand why she is so rough
But soon they will learn, her reasons to be tough
As they take their place away from home
In a tree of nuts that, will be their own
And then they raise their own little kin
So the cycle begins, yet once again.