When I Tripped on That Squirrel
Years ago, as I made my way to home, I saw something strange like Rome.
A little, cute squirrel sat on a brick, with a little tiny lady bug, who really looked ticked.
“Can I help you?” I asked, not knowing what for, then I kept walking, and here comes more.
I fell right down to the cold hard floor, not very happy anymore. My emergency burrito fell out of my pocket,
And bucket of love fell out of my locket. I looked to my right, and saw that same squirrel, I had tripped over that
Little whirl. We became friends quick… I named it Taco, it turns out he knew Spencer’s friend Socko.
The rest of the day we knitted our very own beard nets, and then we grew beards.