A Ballad
I am a noble watchdog, I’m valiant and kind,
But squirrels in the 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.
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