The Forgetful Squirrel

There once was a squirrel, named Whisker McTwirl
He'd gather up acorns, with a flick and a swirl
He'd bury them deep, in the roots of the trees
But come wintertime, he'd forget where they'd be!

He scratched his head, he scratched his chin
Wondered where he'd been
His memory's a mystery, oh what a scene
The forest his evergreen screen!

Oh, Whisker, Whisker, where did they go?
The acorns you hid beneath the snow
You dig and you scratch, you just can't recall
The stash of your treasures, no luck at all!

He'd run 'round the forest, in circles and loops
Digging up dirt with his tiny gray boots
But every spot looked just like the rest
He'd shrug with a sigh, "I sure tried my best!"

He climbed up high, to get a view
Hoping for a clue
But every tree, it looked the same
Stuck in his forgetful game!

Oh, Whisker, Whisker, where did they go?
The acorns you hid beneath the snow
You dig and you scratch, you just can't recall
The stash of your treasures, no luck at all!

Then one day in spring, as the flowers did bloom
He found a small sprout, by a mushroom
"Could it be?" he exclaimed, "An acorn I see!"
But it had grown into a big oak tree!

Now Whisker just laughs, "I don't need to fret
I'll plant me a forest, it's the best way yet!"
So he gathers his nuts, but with no need to hide
He plants every one, and he does it with pride

Oh, Whisker, Whisker, you found a new way
To never forget where your acorns stay
Now trees will grow tall, and forests will thrive
Thanks to the squirrel who let acorns survive!

So if you're forgetful, don't worry at all
Just plant your ideas, and watch them grow tall
Whisker McTwirl learned this little trick
The wisest squirrel in the stick!