Whisky Frisky
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Whisky Frisky,
Hippity-hop
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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