in Connecticut
June 2nd, 2002
I was riding down the hill
Right up near my school
So I decided to do wheelies
So that I could be cool
My brother ahead warned me
Of the sight to see
A poor little squirell
Lying right beside me
His little helpless body
All alone and sad
I thought of the devious killer
And just the thought made me mad!!
Now I know I may seem stupid
But really I'm not
The poor little lifeless squirell
Could've acomplished alot
I think every animal
With every meaningful soul
Should be cared for with respect
You shouldn't need to be told
I know this poem is sort of stupid
But really it's a perl
For this poem is in memory
of David P. Squirrel.
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