Boy And Squirrel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH BBAA IIJJ AABB KKLL| Oh boy down there I can't believe that what they say is true | A |
| We squirrels surely cannot have an enemy in you | A |
| We have so much in common my dear friend it seems to me | B |
| That I can really feel for you and you can feel for me | B |
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| Some human beings might not understand the life we lead | C |
| If we asked Dr Birch to play no doubt he'd rather read | C |
| He hates all scrambling restlessness and chattering scuffling noise | D |
| If he could catch us we should fare no better than you boys | D |
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| Fine ladies too whose flounces catch and tear on every stump | E |
| What joy have they in jagged pines who neither skip nor jump | E |
| Miss Mittens never saw my tree top home so unlike hers | F |
| What wonder if her only thought of squirrels is of furs | F |
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| But you dear boy you know so well the bliss of climbing trees | G |
| Of scrambling up and sliding down and rocking in the breeze | G |
| Of cracking nuts and chewing cones and keeping cunning hoards | H |
| And all the games and all the sport and fun a wood affords | H |
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| It cannot be that you would make a prisoner of me | B |
| Who hate yourself to be cooped up who love so to be free | B |
| An extra hour indoors I know is punishment to you | A |
| You make me twirl a tiny cage It never can be true | A |
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| Yet I've a wary grandfather whose tail is white as snow | I |
| He thinks he knows a lot of things we young ones do not know | I |
| He says we're safe with Doctor Birch because he is so blind | J |
| And that Miss Mittens would not hurt a fly for she is kind | J |
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| But you dear boy who know my ways he bids me fly from you | A |
| He says my life and liberty are lost unless I do | A |
| That you who fear the Doctor's cane will fling big sticks at me | B |
| And tear me from my forest home and from my favourite tree | B |
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| The more we think of what he says the more we're sure it's chaff | K |
| We sit beneath the shadow of our bushy tails and laugh | K |
| Hey presto Friend come up and let us hide and seek and play | L |
| If you could spring as well as climb what fun we'd have to day | L |
Juliana Horatia Ewing
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