SQUIRREL

In the old oak shade,

I saw a squirrel at work,

How valuable seeds are collected

And cunningly hurries where her hole is.

Run for a moment to your habitat,

Store precious food of the right storehouse.

Place everything in the right order,

Do it all over again.

It just squeaks with some grace,

When she observes the world from that magnificent height.

Then she rushes down the tree again,

Like a train rushing somewhere.

How beautiful and the sun shines,

She loves the game more and more.

Still, she knows the summer will pass

And a terrible winter will come.

That's why she works hard

With a smile on her face

So when winter comes

She will not starve.