Oh, happy is he who dwells in trees
Among high leafy boughs
Naught but air above is head
And freedom all around.
No more than a flash of tail
When out of sight he flies
For a spritely squirrel on his own trails
Is quicker than the eyes.
At first he's right in front
Not bothering to hide
Next he's gone and disappeared
Then somehow he's behind.
You'll never hope to catch him
So long as you're earthbound
He's right at home in treetops
Where his paws ne'er touch the ground.
