Pesky Thief There once was a squirrel so sly Who loved to make the birdseed fly He’d sneak up to the feeder with glee And steal the seed meant for the birds you see The birds would chirp and tweet in protest But the squirrel...
Little Old Lady On Park Bench She sits on the bench, in the park every day, Watching the world go by in her own quiet way. Her hair is silver, her face softly lined, But her eyes are bright, with a sparkle that shines....