O, How Sweet was that Squirrel

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. :(