A squirrel named FORREST.
FORREST.We first met him in the spring.
He had a cute little face, he was a furry little thing.
He came by in the summer and played all day.
He was fun to watch he really made our day.
The Fall has come and we see him now and then.
When the winter comes will we ever see him again.
I will never forget our pleasant little friend.
I hope to see you next Spring my little furry friend.
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