Happy

Blue jays are warbling

Their merry jovial tune

As if the jolly maple tree their in

Has served them some great boon.

The squirrel throws a party

In his mound of forest nuts

To help find a deep dirty pit

Or store them in a hut.

The blue jay plays a blissful jingle

On his brand new pair of pipes

Twittering to everything in sight

And twigs he sometimes snipes.

The squirrel on the other hand,

Furiously digs,

Cramming all his pips inside

Dancing a peculiar jig.

Blue Jay crafts a staggering nest

With twigs and love and care

With little hairs off a boy’s russet head

And cloth from a shirt of tears.

Squirrel packs his last acorn,

Throws in the last wad of dirt,

Pats his hungry growling belly

Hardly feeling curt.