The wind howls

Better that than to growl

And I climb the telephone pole

A feat as all can see

Like the man

On the flying trapeeze

Some would say this is easy

That I am

As I perform my stunt

Like an electric eel

The life

Oh the life of dreams

To also climb upon a tree

As a balarina in heat

The days go nicely

And squirels show me things

It can be a nutty world

But life is good

When you are a squirel

GO FOR IT!