And the squirrels—well, they were too squirrelsome.
And as for the trees, why did they grow
In a wood, of all places?—he’d like to know.
A wood is so dark and unhealthy, too,
For trees; and besides, they obstruct the view.
And so it went on from morn till night:
The Tree-frog piping with pure delight,
And the Raven croaking with all his might
That nothing in all the world was right.