The squirrel named Chuck bolts to the bottom of the tree,

His eyes, filled with glee,

As he sees plentiful mouthwatering acorns,

The ripe looking nut, a prickly vine lays in between, making him forlorn,

But just as he was about to resent,

He sees another stash, like God’s present,

He darts there, almost as the ground is shaking to make sure, that he,

No other squirrel, will eat those acorns.

But wait! Here comes his best friend,

Who asks if he could lend

A few acorns, for they’re hard to find,

But Chuck, didn’t want to give any, he whined,

Yet the other squirrel was his friend,

So Chuck reluctantly gave him some, to pretend,

That he had still a ton of acorns in his wrath.