My Squirrel

I see you Mr Squirrel,

Sitting on my fence.

A walnut in your paws,

Your innocent pretence.

I know you, Mr Squirrel,

You come by every day.

Running round my garden

It’s clear you like to play.

I spotted you, Mr Squirrel,

Running along my roof.

But now you’re annoying me

To tell you the truth.

You went and made a hole

And my loft became your house.

Built yourself a nest,

Oh I’d rather have a mouse.