Friday, October 29, 2010

"Whisky Frisky"

Whisky Frisky
author unknown

Whisky Frisky,
Up he goes
To the treetop!

Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.

Furly, curly,
What a tail!
Tall as a feather,
Broad as a sail!

Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snap, cracky,
Out it fell.

Ask your child what this poem describes . . . a squirrel.

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