Little Wideawake: A story book for little children

by Mrs. Sale Barker

All the winter, secure from the weather,

I live in my streets underground,

So concealed you can’t see my snug dwelling,

Where I sleep from the cold safe and sound.

Don’t you think I am clever and skilful,

And all my contrivances good;

Don’t you think that we gay little squirrels

Are the happiest folk of the wood?