A Sad Tail

The Sad Tail of Sammy Squirrel

Sammy Squirrel’s lying dead,

We found him in the garden shed,

It gave us quite a big surprise

To see him there before our eyes.

We headed out all bright and merry.

We never thought we’d have to bury

Sam, our long-tailed, handsome friend,

But that’s what happened in the end.

We dug a grave and laid him in it,

We stood and looked at him a minute,

We tucked his tail around his head

And covered up his earthy bed.

The girls said “We should mark the spot,

Then Sam will never be forgot,”

So, then we laid a stone at head

Above his new-found flowery bed.

How did it happen? It’s hard to figure.

We think it might have been the digger

Ripping trenches through the trees

Without as much as “If you please.”

Poor Sammy, roused from hibernation,

Dashed for shelter in desperation.

Far from his treasured winter store,

He fell asleep to wake no more.

You might see Sammy Junior play

Among the trees some Summer’s day,

And you can tell him “Don’t be sad!

We paid respects to your old Dad.”

Poem Written by Una Kavanagh