A Few Stray Poems
by Tom Woodard

Chipmunk

Chipmunk, chipmunk,
smaller than a squirrel,
scurryin’ around
in a great big whirl,

Chipmunk, chipmunk,
epitome of glee,
racing around
the roots of the tree,
chipmunk, chipmunk,
oh, happy as can be.

Chipmunk, chipmunk,
on top of the world,
even  in the bottom of
a hole in the ground.

Chipmunk, chipmunk,
my time you employ,
for watching you
brings me sweetest joy.