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Don't tell Muff
He's not a Squirrel.
He won't listen
To a word.
Don't tell Muff
He's not a Squirrel,
He'll just huff and growl
Like it's absurd.
He'll gather acorns
Every day,
And hide them
Secretly away.
And in his wiley
Basset pride,
He'll build
A nest so
Bona-fide
That he can very
Safely hide
The bounty of
His countryside,
Even though
The dog ignores
The fact he spends
Winter indoors.
Don't tell Muff
He's not a Squirrel.
He's as much a Squirrel
As Muff can be.
And I know it's hard
To understand,
'Til you see ol'Muff
Climb a tree.
Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler
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