The Sabbath of Silliness
A squirrel so sly, on the bird‑house did climb, He thought it was pizza, but it was seed‑time. The birds flapped their wings, “Hey, that’s our grub!” But the squirrel just grinned, “I’m lovin’ this club!” He perches atop, with a nut‑ty delight, Munchin’ the seeds, while the birds chirp “good