The Squirrel

You only seek to
Fill your tummy.
You have no idea
I think your funny.

To get to the seed
You climb up the pole.
Then hang upside down
By one toe.

You sit on the tray
And munch, munch, munch.
The ground is covered
With shells you crunched.

When the feeder
I have filled.
You call your friends
With chatter shrill.

You make me laugh.
You make me rave.
I love to sit
And watch you play.

There's only one thing
I ask of you.
Leave some for the birds.
They like it too.