My pet squirrel ran up a tree, For I had trained him to pick the nuts for me, Then, along came an eagle, And, he did something illegal, Grabbing my squirrel and flying off toward the leigh.
I went to the park to give it a jog,
And I slammed into a tree because of the fog,
Now, O.K. I would be,
Not so much for the tree,
It tipped over and is now called a log.
By my house on a hill was a tree, I cut the tree down but, I should have left the tree be, For, the tree held up the hill, My house made a topple-down spill, And, I was buried beneath the hill, house and tree.