And buries treasures everywhere:
Mindful of next winter's needs
He buries acorns, nuts and seeds.
But when it comes to use it all
Where it is at, he can't recall.
Yet by the rules of squirrelkind,
Another squirrel's food he'd find.
So many squirrels do this feat
That all the squirrels benefit:
They all survive until next spring
By finding other squirrels' things...
And if a nut is left about,
It may in future start to sprout,
And grow a tree, and start the round
Of new nuts buried in the ground.
We humans might wish to emulate
The humble squirrels' curious fate:
It may not be so very hard
To share the stuff that we discard.
The squirrel harbors no regrets
That he so readily forgets...