Bushy Tail

[Wilma]

Old Bowser dog goes round a log
Sniffing at the ground.
He's on the trail of bushy tail
The fox squirrel in a tree,
He can't be found upon the ground,
An aerialist is he.
He'll run up a sycamore,
And there he'll stay for evermore
Unless you leave him be.

He can jump from limb to limb,
It's a simple trick for him,
And by means of this trapeze
He can travel on with ease
Until he finds he's out of trees.
Then turn around and bound by bound
With easy grace, his trail retrace
To his original starting place
And leave Old Bowser on the ground
A very much befuddled hound.
                                           CAH