the squirrel has no shame
no writhing about for a morsel of fame
no grasping at straws meant to bolster his name
no one to disappoint, none to give any blame
the squirrel, he is free both to run and to be
from the bush to the tree, from a need to fancy
he gathers no monies, he charges no fee
he does not take notice of you or of me
the squirrel has no musings, he knows not our game
our riches, our rags, our disgrace or our fame
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