BEN JONSON.
THE FLYING SQUIRREL.
"The Flying Squirrel" is an honest account of a live creature that won
his way into scores of hearts by his mad pranks and affectionate ways.
It is enough that John Burroughs has commended the poem.
Of all the woodland creatures,
The quaintest little sprite
Is the dainty flying squirrel
In vest of shining white,
In coat of silver gray,
And vest of shining white.
His furry Quaker jacket
Is trimmed with stripe of black;
A furry plume to match it
Is curling o'er his back;
New curved with every motion,
His plume curls o'er his back.
No little new-born baby
Has pinker feet than he;
Each tiny toe is cushioned
With velvet cushions three;
Three wee, pink, velvet cushions
Almost too small to see.
Who said, "The foot of baby
Might tempt an angel's kiss"?
I know a score of school-boys
Who put their lips to this,--
This wee foot of the squirrel,
And left a loving kiss.
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