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Please don't cry. I didn't mean To make it die. The squirrel ran out. It happened so fast. All I wanted, Was just to drive past. Before I could stop, Or even slow down, I'd run over something. I saw it was brown. I checked the mirror. I saw it there. It wasn't moving. That just wasn't fair. A frown of sadness Came to my face. This death's cause I wished not to trace. I knew where it led. It led right to me. But I wished it not, So how could this be? This happy little squirrel Was just running along Til Nate and his car Did the squirrel wrong. I'll pray for this squirrel, Earnest, through tears That somehow, somewhere, It still runs with its peers. I'll remember this squirrel Every day til I die, But I can't stand this, Bubbles, So please, don't you cry. ----------------------------------- Hearing my words Bubbles soon stopped her crying She sniffed and looked over To where the squirrel was lying. Cheep cheep cha cheep cha cheep Cheep cheep cha cheep She said to the squirrel Lying there in a heap. To my surprise The squirrel answered back In the same squirrelish language With a cough and a hack. Bubbles sat close to it And kissed it goodbye, But it said one more thing And I asked Bubbles why. She said to me That it told her to tell That it forgives me And wishes me well. |
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