A Squirrels View

I made to leave home I was on my way. It seemed like Every other day. I looked to a tree Where a squirrel said "Where are you going "I haven't been fed?" I went back indoors Quite sad and shocked. The squirrel was right I hadn't shopped. Most winters when snow Lay thick on the ground I'd think of the squirrels Making sure I helped out. I opened the door And whispered "Come here" Then in just two bounds The squirrel came near. I told him my story Right from the start. "Oh, great" said the squirrel "Another bleeding heart." "Just what I need "When food is so rare "To hear that youv'e had "A really bad year." "Just go to the shop "And get me some nuts. "I don't want no sorrys "And no ifs or buts. He turned away And jumped backon the tree. Where he turned around And he glared at me. He then scratched his ear And tapped his foot If he'd had a watch He would have looked. So off I went to the shop And the bank Fed the squirrel; complaining He ate without thanks. "What's the point of thanks my dear. "I said not a word "And you fed me last year.