The squirrel runs from tree to tree

Gathering the nuts that he can see

Back to his hole in the tree he comes

Carrying his hoard of seeds and crumbs

And if, perchance, someone comes near

He’ll start to chatter because of fear

And when that person has left and gone

He’s back at his work where he belongs.

The cat lies sleeping in the sun

She’s been there since the day begun

She doesn’t worry about food to get

She gets all she wants ’cause she’s a pet

And if someone should come nearby

She’ll do nothing but purr and sigh

And if that person gets detained

She’ll just go back to sleep again.

The dog sits by his master’s side

He looks after him with lots of pride

He hunts for food but only for him

He’s subject to his every whim

And should someone come to the door

He’ll scare him away with a growl and roar

For all these things he gets a pat on the head

And sleeps at night by his master’s bed.

(written in 1967)