Got me a new gal by George,

an perty as they come

Long an lean, the outdoor type,

an durn quick on the run.

Now she don’t cook but depends on me,

to provide her every meal

An take-out is just fine with her,

no matter how she feels.

I don’t mind the grey on her, Heck,

I’ve gotten that way too

An she don’t change her hair style none,

just wears that same ol’ do.

She’s quite the little scrapper though,

and fights off other gals

Who vie for my attention,

to be my new gal pal.

She cheers me up when I come home,

an find her waitin there for me

All frisky with anticipation,

as she races up to me.

Yep, she’s the pick of the litter,

an the easiest to tend

Just some peanuts fur this critter,

my one true-blue Squirrel friend.