The Chipmunk

By Cousin Luke - Age 5

On my last trip I made a little friend.

He scurried through the campsite, and jumped from tree to tree.
He called out to his little friends, and they all welcomed me.

He had a skinny tail, and stripes all down his back.
When I ate my oats, he begged for a snack.

He made a lot of noise, as he chirped and chattered.
He knocked over all our pots, boy that made a clatter.

He would steal our nuts, and stuff them in his mouth.
Then he hid them in a tree, that was to the south.