Al though he sails between the trees,
Clinging to the limbs with ease,
He bounces like a happy mouse
Down here, when Spot is in the house;
And I have watched him. playing clown
On our fences, upside down.
He waves his tail, and struts and shows it;
He’s clever, and I think he knows it,
For he tells me when he stops to chat,
That he’s the perfect acrobat!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 17, 1952
