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)
