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It’s Not Fair

Sitting on the fence staring at my friend
Whilst she is washing up all I can do is hold my hands
It’s not fair she will not play or take the time to chase me away
All because her brother is here today it’s not fair

If here on the fence I sit she’ll flap a teatowl¬†at me flick, flick, flick
Then off I hop, tail in the air looking back making sure she’s there
It is a game we play each day I really hate it when she’s away
Today BJ chases me away it’s not fair it’s not his game

Still her brother goes this afternoon but not until it’s getting late
Tomorrow morning I’ll be there sitting on the fence or gate
Then we can carry on our game and things will soon be just the same
My friend, the garden fence and me perhaps I’ll let BJ join in we will see.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

Lonely Crafty Squirrel

I have a friend called B.J.
Who shouts and chases me
He can never catch me
As I run up the tree

His wife has now joined in the game
And whenever she see me
She shouts and flaps a tea-towel
But it is not the same you see

This weekend they both ignored me
They had visitor you see
They did not want to come and play
That really was a shame

I ran along the back fence
Then I climbed the tree
I also ran along the wood that
They use for a frame

So now I sit upon the post
Looking at their door
Hoping one will see me and
Come out with a roar

Then I can scamper off
And run up my tall tree
Then we’d be back to normal
B.J, his wife and me

(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc