published a series of delightful photographs.
Here are two of them.
'You must seek among the branches' said Ma Squirrel to her son
'Or look-out for little acorns on the ground.
Tiny creatures such as we are
Need to know where things for tea are
And on the forest floor they can be found.
You must scratch down deep in the undergrowth , you know,
And that is why you have such useful claws,
With your little tail erect
You are certain to collect
Some quite delicious morsels in your paws.'
But Greybeard was a squirrel with a very wayward mind
And a nose that was ideally made for smelling.
He found a garbage bin
And he hurried to climb in
And what he thought to find there there's no telling!
Now inside there were some cartons with MacDonalds written large
And a great aroma of discarded chips
And he snickered with delight
As he took a little bite
And he licked his very rodent-looking lips.
'Who needs acorns?' squeaked young Greybeard, wiping whiskers with a paw,
'Though Mama may think this eating is a sin,
Trees from little acorns grow,
But now at last I know
Something better grows inside a garbage bin!'
Some more fun with little creatures here: