A little squirrel runs around,
Searching for nuts upon the ground.
With a fluffy tail and eyes so bright,
It jumps from branch to branch with delight.
It climbs the trees and skips with glee,
Playing happily beneath the tree.
It nibbles nuts and hides some more,
Then quickly runs across the floor.
The birds all sing a merry tune,
While flowers dance beneath the moon.
The squirrel plays from morn till night,
Making the garden a lovely sight!
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