One winter morn in the attic above,
A squirrel found a place as warm as a glove.
He made them a home...his girls and his boys.
And through all of this, I heard a strange noise.
So from my bed, I quickly took flight,
Trying to find what had shattered my night.
When I reached the attic, what did I see?
An assortment of eyes looking at me.
As you might expect, confusion ensued.
I lost my balance and things came unglued.
I punched a hole in the ceiling that day.
While all the squirrels made a clean get away.
My son was below asleep in his bed,
With ceiling debris all over his head.
His eyes popped open and to my dismay,
While I peered through the hole...what could I say?
He looked like a ghost all covered in stuff.
I smiled and said, "Son...are you warm enough?"
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