The little squirrel
Is jumping from
Branches to branches
Lifting its furry tail.
It is chasing away its friend
And playing hide and seek
With my little boy Vicky.
For them it is jolly time
As the ripe mangoes arehanging
With sweet flavor
Wafting in the air.
They hop like hope
Some times near
And sometimes far
Wonderful it is to see
How swift they are
While climbing the tree.
Sitting pretty on hind legs
At the top of tree branches
Eating the nuts
They make pretty pictures.
A squirrel like this
Had come to Vicky once
Ate ‘channas’ from his hands
Made friendship
For a brief period
And left beautiful memories
For my little kid.
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