O, How Sweet was that Squirrel
Oh, alas, poor thing,
Oh, how sweet was he
found one spring
under hickory tree
Eyes not yet open
New to the world
In darkness was gropin'
In a tight ball 'twas curled
There we arrived
Saw hawk fly’in over
Saw him deprived
‘Twas raining moreover
We heard his cries
And pondered what bird
Could possibly sound
so quite absurd.
We finally saw him
And held him near fire
We saw the hawk leave,
Far away did he retire.
Took the squirrel home with us
He became my best friend
And we healed him of the wounds of puss
To let him free we did intend
Outside ‘twas built
A box for him
For keeping him, we had such guilt
“Squirrels should be free to jump o’er limb”
He lives outside now
Free to roam where he sees fit
But safe ('cause of box) from weather foul
O, how sweet was it.
This ballad is about a baby squirrel I found in the woods while camping a few years ago. We took him home and raised him for about 16 weeks and then built a squirrel box on the side of out house for him to live in outside. He came back every 48 hours-always exactly on time. Then one day he came back with a really bloody nose, so we took him to the vet. The vet gave him peanut flavored meds (to which he stronly protested). After it healed, we let him back outside and he never came back. :(
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