One squirrel, two squirrels, three squirrels, four,
Picketing silently beyond my back door,
Five squirrels, six squirrels,
Blue jays, hawks, and crows,
Lining up on my fence in rows,
Staring with glares intensive,
Willing me to donate corn and peanuts,
Sunflower seeds and crusts of bread,
Threatening violence if I just go
Back to bed.