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Hibernating Squirrels


Whisper, please whisper 

You must not wake them 

 

Those little creatures living in the trees 

Those little fur balls who enjoy hoarding seeds 

 

They are asleep now 

Whisper for them 

 

When the cold comes ‘round they fall fast asleep 

They are cute little fur balls 

 

Is it dead? 

I don’t know 

 

They can’t hear you 

They won’t wake until the heat penetrates their beds 

 

It doesn’t matter if you whisper 

They can’t hear you 

 

Be nice and whisper anyway  

They are still asleep 

 

Be courteous to those little fur balls 

Whisper, would you please whisper?

 

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