Who’s Afraid?
O little squirrel in the tree, Why are you looking down at me? My Daddy says that you have charm, I wouldn't do you any harm.
If you come down and we can meet, I'll give you this big nut to eat. And now you're climbing down the tree, I see you're not afraid of me.
But you are coming pretty near, And I am getting full of fear. O shall I run, or shall I stay?— But now—from me you shy away!—