The squirrel is the curliest thing I think I ever saw; He curls his back, he curls his tail, He curls each little paw, He curls his little vest so white, His little coat so grey -- He is the most curled-up wee soul Out in the woods at play! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER |