I don't begrudge the squirrel his feasting
He's hungry, too, the poor wee beastie
The feeder's filled, there's seeds a-plenty
The birds can share, all four-and-twenty
I only wish they could be neater
(Not easy with a flimsy feeder)
So help yourselves, you hungry beasts
The feeder's filled for future feasts
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