The Treasure Hunter

Rustle, scuffle, scurry, scurry,
Winter's coming,
Hurry, hurry!
Sniffing nose and active paws,
Treasured acorn
Clutched in jaws,
Little squirrel goes questing, seeking
Through the dead leaves
Searching, peeking.
Red tail twitching urgently,
As he seeks
With industry.
Discontent with one small treasure,
He must gather
More together.
Rustle, scuffle, scurry, scurry,
Winter's coming,
Hurry, hurry!

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