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!—