The squirrel hastens to and fro
With acorn, nut, and corn.
His hall to fill; he’s much to do,
For winter’s coming on.
He does not stop for friends or foes
Until his work is done;
He needs no telling: well he knows
Cold winter’s coming on.
His storehouse filled with all that’s good
His eyes look proudly on;
Then chatters he throughout the wood,
“Now let cold winter come.”
Come, children; like the squirrel try,
In life’s bright, sunny morn,
To seek a good, a wise supply,
Before old age comes.