The Ground Squirrel. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEEFGGDHHFFI JHKHHHHLMMFJHFJ NN O JPPQNJHHHHHFFFFFFRHR SSFFQHHKKH H NN CCH| By Paul H Hayne | A |
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| Bless us and save us What's here | B |
| Pop | C |
| At a bound | D |
| A tiny brown creature grotesque in his grace | E |
| Is sitting before us and washing his face | E |
| With his little fat paws overlapping | F |
| Where does he hail from Where | G |
| Why there | G |
| Underground | D |
| From a nook just as cosey | H |
| And tranquil and dozy | H |
| As e'er wooed to Sybarite napping | F |
| But none ever caught him a napping | F |
| Don't you see his burrow so quaint and queer | I |
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| Gone like the flash of a gun | J |
| This oddest of chaps | H |
| Mercurial | K |
| Disappears | H |
| Head and ears | H |
| Then sly as a fox | H |
| Swift as Jack in his box | H |
| Pops up boldly again | L |
| What does he mean by thus frisking about | M |
| Now up and now down and now in and now out | M |
| And all done quicker than winking | F |
| What does it mean Why 'tis plain fun | J |
| Only Fun or perhaps | H |
| The pert little rascal's been drinking | F |
| There's a cider press yonder all say on the run | J |
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| Capture him no we won't do it | N |
| Or be sure in due time we would rue it | N |
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| IV | O |
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| Such a piece of perpetual motion | J |
| Full of bother | P |
| And pother | P |
| Would make paralytic old Bridget | Q |
| A Fidget | N |
| So you see to my notion | J |
| Better leave our downy | H |
| Diminutive browny | H |
| Alone near his diggings | H |
| Ever free to pursue | H |
| Rush round and renew | H |
| His loved vaulting | F |
| Unhalting | F |
| His whirling | F |
| And curling | F |
| And twirling | F |
| And swirling | F |
| And his ways on the whole | R |
| So unsteady | H |
| 'Pon my soul | R |
| Having gazed | S |
| Quite amazed | S |
| On each wonderful antic | F |
| And summersault frantic | F |
| For just a bare minute | Q |
| My head it feels whizzy | H |
| My eyesight's grown dizzy | H |
| And both legs unstable | K |
| As a ghost's tipping table | K |
| Seem waltzing already | H |
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| V | H |
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| Capture him no we won't do it | N |
| Or in less than no time how we'd rue it | N |
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| Hippity hop | C |
| To the barber's shop | C |
| To buy a stick of candy | H |
Clara Doty Bates
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