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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