Little squirrel with bushy tail
From tree to tree I see you sail
Never once to see you fail
The air to slice.
Wish I could learn to fly,
Against the vaulted, azure sky.
What a thrill, O me, O my –
It must be nice.
– eab, May 1966
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– eab, May 1966
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– eab, May ’66
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[1] This squirrel would jump from a locust tree to the brick wall and then take a piece of bread from my hand at the window (he got in one day and we concerned about Andy stopped this).