I built a feeder for the birds....
And heard a neighbor say....
“You really must devise a plan....
To keep the squirrels away!"....
And sure enough the squirrels appeared....
Competing for the food....
And unlike birds who wait their turn....
The squirrels were fiercely rude....
They fought among themselves until....
The largest gorged himself....
And then the next in size would eat....
The morsels on the shelf....
Suspend the feeder on a rope!....
No squirrel can outsmart man!....
But then the squirrels proved up to task....
By jumping to the pan....
To raise the pan high in the air....
Was such a futile hope....
The squirrels responded gleefully....
By climbing down the rope....
Perhaps a rope-shield placed above....
Would stop their climbing down....
But then I watched, frustrated, while....
They learned to climb around....
And so it went from day to day....
They conquered every ploy....
‘Till admiration for their skills....
Became a source of joy....
They even barked on signal, if....
Their food was slightly late ....
And I found something special in....
A foe I could not hate.... Today, there is such pleasure while.... I watch the squirrels at play....
But now I must devise a plan....
To keep those birds away....
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