Marvin Contemplates The Squirrel

Marvin wandered through the woods,

Examining life's meaning,

Why Nature is so ripe with goods,

Why Mankind is so seamy;

When betwixt two white wild blossoms,

A squirrel popped out its head,

Chittering and feeling frolicsome,

Surprised where its path had led.

"Oh, tiny chitter-chattering creature,"

Said Marvin to the Fellow,

"I love Thy bright-eyed, bushy features,

And demeanor oh so mellow!"

"If I could but touch they Frame,

and meld with the Nat'ral World,

Flowery insights might be attained,

from the brain of a happy squirrel."

Then Man's hand reached for Squirrel's paw,

As in Michelangelo's Sistine Creation,

But as Man neared and Squirrel saw,

It gave him a bitter sensation.

"Damn, Thee, monstrous carnivore!"

Cried Marvin, sad and sick.

The more intelligent omnivore,

Then bore a fatal stick.

Hours later, with wooden spoon,

Marve stirred a bubbling brew.

Pleasant scents filled up the room:

A prelude to squirrel stew.