Happy Birthday Gordon
Make mine a Guinness
In the silence of the garden,
As the frost makes grasses harden,
Silently the squirrels creep,
Whilst all the people safely sleep
In soft white beds.
But some-one stirs and looks outside;
Sees squirrels like the flowing tide
Invade the lawn and eat the trees...
A ticklish nose, a great big sneeze
Sounds like a gun and squirrels run!
