The squirrel, his name was Vortex,
Came out a bit perplexed
From inside the round tree hollow…
And his question-mark tail followed.
Together, they added up,
The result was c’ear-cut:
One by one, on a string
Ten beech-nuts start to sing!
It was not any intention,
It was just lack of attention?!
One of the tree beetles, I think,
Washed the stag beetle in ink!