Furry Squirrel

I’m a fur, fur, furry, squirrel,
With a bush, bush, bushy tail,
And I scamper here and there,
Scamper everywhere,
Searching for some NUTS!
I’ve got nuts on my nose, nuts on my toes,
Nuts on my head, nuts in my bed,
Nuts in my paws, nuts in my jaws,
Pop, crack!
Yum, yum!

Jackie Silberg

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Grey Squirrel

Grey squirrel, grey squirrel,
Swish your bushy tale.
Grey squirrel, grey squirrel,
Swish your bushy tale.
Wrinkle up your little nose,
Put a nut between your toes.
Grey Squirrel, grey squirrel,
Swish your bushy tale.

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Grey Squirrel

Grey squirrel, grey squirrel,
Doesn’t make a sound,
As he buries acorns,
Under the ground,
Later when it’s cold,
And food isn’t around,
The grey squirrel will dig,
His acorns from the ground.

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The Squirrel Gathers Nuts

This is the tall tree bare and brown,
And these are the brown leaves fluttering down.
This is the squirrel with eyes so bright,
Hunting for nuts with all her might.
This is the hole where day by day,
Nut after nut she stores away.
When winter comes with its cold and storm,
She’ll sleep all curled up all snug and warm.

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There was a little squirrel.
He ran up a tree.
When he turned around
He threw a nut at me

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(to the tune of “The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze”)

He flies through the air
With the greatest of ease.
Our neighborhood squirrel
Leaping through the trees.
His thick, bushy tail
Helps him balance and steer.
From treetop to treetop,
He flies without fear.