Squirrels
Squirrel, squirrel, on the wall
Who's the cutest one of all?
Though my digits you may bite,
When I try to be polite.
Offer up my hand to shake,
Finger meat, you're quick to take.
Squirrel, you are quick to turn
My bliss into a throbbing burn.
Weathering these stinging pains,
Rabies coursing through my veins,
I look upon this oozing gash,
Thoughts so livid, hateful, rash.
Now I think of turning you
Into tasty squirrel stew.
You see the malice in my eye,
Stay no more - you're sure to die.
Scamper off, you quick take flight
Out of reach and out of sight.
Leave me nurse my bitter scar.
Sinister, you watch afar.
Squirrel, squirrel, on the wall
Who's the cruelest one of all?
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