The Squirrel's Nut Collecting Spree

In Autumn's park, where trees stand tall, A carpet of colors, embracing all. Crimson and gold, a vibrant sight, A squirrel prepares for the coming night.

Sammy the squirrel, with eyes so bright, Embarks on a mission, a nut-filled flight. Through rustling leaves, he scampers with glee, "Acorns, oh acorns, are waiting for me!"

He spies a plump one, beneath a red oak, A treasure discovered, with a joyful croak. He digs a small hole, with paws so swift, A secret hideaway, a winter gift.

The leaves dance around him, a playful swirl, As Sammy collects, a busy squirrel. He gathers his bounty, with leaps and with bounds, Making tunnels and digging new grounds.

He leaps and he scurries, with acorns in tow, Through crisp autumn air, where the cool breezes blow. His cheeks are puffed out, a comical sight, Preparing for winter, with all of his might.

With every acorn tucked safely away, Sammy the squirrel, chirps, "Hip, hip, hooray!" His winter meals ready, he gives a small leap, And snuggles to slumber, in his cozy deep sleep.