Why art thou fearful
little squirrel
with eyes both opened wide
thy scurried steps and
hasty ways
thy vain attempt to hide
To feed upon the morsels
sweet
thy path hath led thee
here
to scamper 'neath the
canopy
above thy anxious fear
Thy driven friends lie
there upon
the asphalt flats below
there be the frights the
warning signs
Thine instincts tell thee
so
And be afright' from thus
reports
the outward voices chant
for be the same thy
fearful fate
of those who'd live but
can't
Put aside thy willing
trust
follow thus their way
forsake Creator's guiding
hand
take heed their dreadful
sway
But thou ole wise one look
within
and hear the ageless voice
who put within thee mortal
care
adherence be thy choice
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