There's a tiny winged rodent,
Circling round my trees.
Looping and swerving wirh ravenous intent,
Diving so low in the evening breeze.
Bound and determined, his mind is set,
On just one thing and one alone.
To bag his limit, and you sure can bet,
He'll do just that, before heading home.
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Hope he eats ALL the bugs!