The squirrel it scampered up the tree
As winter swirled in snow,
It wasn't Spring or Summertime
So I wondered where it'd go?
I never observed or found its route
As it endured the weather's "sturm and strife"
I guess it's one of Life's mysteries-
That makes life's living Life.
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