Our friends and all about them By Edith Bland [i.e. E. Nesbit]. Illustrated by Louisa, Marchioness of Waterford, Fanny Moody and W. Gilbert Foster |
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The Squirrel.
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The Squirrel.
I am a little squirrel and I live up in a tree,
And I have a precious little wife who keeps my house for me;
And we gather nuts in autumn when the woods are dressed in gold,
And hide them in our little house until the days are cold.
And I have a precious little wife who keeps my house for me;
And we gather nuts in autumn when the woods are dressed in gold,
And hide them in our little house until the days are cold.
We both have handsome tails, and both have pretty coats of fur,
I do look nice in mine, but still I can't compare with her;
And our eyes are bright like beads—at least I know her eyes are bright,
And mine can always see her in the very darkest night.
I do look nice in mine, but still I can't compare with her;
And our eyes are bright like beads—at least I know her eyes are bright,
And mine can always see her in the very darkest night.
Come children and be squirrels too! we have no scales to play,
No grammar and geography, and history to say;
We look down on the finest trees upon the finest flowers,
And tailors never make your coats to fit so well as ours.
No grammar and geography, and history to say;
We look down on the finest trees upon the finest flowers,
And tailors never make your coats to fit so well as ours.
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