I saw a brown squirrel to-day in the wood,
He ran here and there just as fast as he could;
I think he was looking for nuts for his store,
He'd found quite a lot, but he still wanted more.

He can't find much food once the winter is here,
He hides all his nuts in a hole somewhere near,
Then settles himself for a long winter sleep,
Coming out now and then for a nut and a peep.

His long bushy tail keeps him cosy and warm,
His nest's far away from the wind and the storm.
But when Springtime comes back, I think that, maybe,
He'll be waiting again in the woodland for me.