Little Squirrel

"Little Squirrel" I hear the chatter, I hear the whirl. I hear the noise, of the intruding squirrel. The damage isn't slight, and I hope they don't bite. Something must be done, or else they have won. So what can I do, how can I win. If I do nothing, they'll come back again. I don't want to hurt them, don't want them to suffer. I just don't want them, to come here for supper. I could leave them a trail, of nuts to my neighbor. But how do I know, they won't come back later. I like squirrels until they come in, so I'll keep on trying until I win. By Trip Johnson