He knows his name is Mr. Squirrel --
His tail waving outside my window,

We give him salted peanuts and then
He's gone, fast as he can go,

I often know when it's not him --
He hesitates a moment, then runs,

But I'm not always sure when it is him,
Or whether there's only one,

Maybe I've seen him crossing the road
On a plastic-covered telephone cable,

Many a time the lineman has found
That one's chewed it to show that he's able.

by D. Edgar Murray