The flying squirrel

The squirrel flys high,
Gliding from tree to tree,
In search of his nuts,
Predators try to catch him,
But he is swift and cunning, flashing left and right,
Even dropping a nut or two on a foes head,
Climbing up the branches,
He squeals in excitement and arogance,
He sees a female squirrel strutting her stuff,
And falls of the edge of the branch,
He tumbles and turns,
Panicking that he is falling,
Then he spreads his arms,
And glides over the ground,
And catching a wind,
Lands back on his branch,
Only to find out,
That she has his nuts

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