A squirrel scampered through the wood
till it beneath a great oak stood,
and where that squirrel stood it found
some acorns scattered on the ground.

When he had nibbled three or four,
he gathered up some more to store
and scurried off with work's reward
so he could bury treasured hoard.

As seasons passed most seeds he ate,
but some nuts found another fate,
for when he sought each secret spot,
one place or two he'd quite forgot.

This squirrel scrambled hard to seek
each acorn he had worked to keep,
but nature on him played a joke
and from lost kernels grew an oak.