Summer sunshine on autumn leaves

 A grey squirrel shoots up high, along the bark of a tree

 Fleeing upwards, to where there are no prying eyes to see

 A quick look up, a sniff of the air surround its little head

 It quickly hides the little nuts, before it clambers into bed

 A long big sleep, waiting to take its toll

 on the little creatures, the little marvels that make our lives whole

 Slowly the shadow of a tree falls over its small nest

 Situated in a place only our little friend here knows best

 It picks up a nut, and eats it, cracking the shell

 And suddenly it reaches its nose, that sweet aromatic smell

 It´s the scent of free flight, of breaking the waves

 Yes... we have come a long way from living in caves

 Thus ends another day, and the squirrel goes on through

 To our bonus-round, where it will share a little nut with you