Wednesday 20 February 2008
The Squirrel
whisky frisky hippety hop. Up he goes to the tree top! Whirly twirly round and round. Down he scampers to the ground! Furly curly what a tail! Tall as a feather broad as a sail. Where's his supper? In the shell. Snappity crackity out it fell!
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