I’m a devoted watchdog, valiant and kind But squirrels in my back yard cause me to lose my mind
They skitter up the maple, they chatter and they scold The awful names they call me would make your blood run cold.
They are, of course, mere cowards, they’re brave up in the tree They won’t fight on my level ’cause they’re afraid of me.
I cannot climb the maple so I stand guard below Until, bored with the stand-off, I nobly let them go.
Wonderful poem and so true! I often see Nemo out there guarding your yard against squirrels. I saw a posting on facebook by a lady who buys pumpkins and puts them out for the squirrels to eat. I think we have enough acorns around here we don’t have to supplement their diets!!
I heartily agree. Nemo would be horrified to think someone is making them feel more at home!