
It’s no longer funny;
O little chipmunk
Ye making me look like a punk;
Thou nimble squirrel
You too putting my plants in peril;
Fruit, vegetable or flower
Y’all continue to devour π’
Do your bite
Come from spite?
Do my plants have to be out of sight
To get some respite?
For the plants to give
Don’t they need to survive?
If buzz cut is all that will remain
Why shouldn’t I complain? π‘