I painted a portrait of an angry squirrel on pastry cloth
And stretched it over a tepee frame

Which I stationed in my neighbour Anne's backyard

And mounted a telescope at the top

So Anne and I could eat honey and strawberry sandwiches
And follow the stars.

We call it our aurora sky station and

We keep a legal notebook with the nightly observations

And various sketches in crayon

Which we intend to donate to hide under sofa cushions

At Value Village so that some kid will be sitting on this old sofa
His parents bought for twenty-eight dollars

On account of the hole in the back and shout,

"Hey, Mom! Look at these astronomical coordinates!"

And then our infamy will be secure.

Both Anne and I feel resentment

Regarding the way that Marge the checkout lady at Save Easy
Treats us and she gets all nasty and everything

When we come in with coupons

And so we call her the angry squirrel.

So that's why we turned her into a mascot,

And tried to make her something that fits in somehow.

Someday when she isn't angry we will whisper in her ear

About the aurora sky station

And ask her to come home with us

So that she can help with the cocoa,

Which you need to keep warm when watching the stars in winter.
She can be Angry Squirrel, Director of Warmth.

Her secret ID will be 567903ASDW.

I wrote it on my tube socks with a laundry marker so I won't forget.