Note: This blog in no way refers to "real" squirrels past or present. All squirrels depicted are purely fictitious (versus fictional).
I popped out for lunch today - had a nice chicken burger, and read my August National Geographic - the Mayans.
On the way home, a little poem started running through my head, as it does from time to time, like a song would.
I first read this poem, hmm... probably 30 years ago. I came across it in an anthology of poetry my Dad had (has); likely as I was looking for poetry to put in a "creative something " we had to do for English class.
Don't ask me why the fascination with this poem, other than I think it took my fancy then, and wanting to memorize a poem "just because", this one was easy.
Here it is...
Sits the squirrel he is not
All he should be killed by dozens
Trees and eats his red brown cousins.
The Keeper on the other hand
Who shot him is a Christian and
Loves his brothers which shows
The squirrel was not one of those."
And on the side of being evil (see bottom of blog page), here is a picture of Fidel in his flying days.
oooh.. I'm going to get it now !!! *snicker*