Flying Squirrels
On the rugged water
At the top of the bridle
Where years ago, as the old men say,
The splitters went with a bullock
But never a dray came back;
At the time of the gum tree bloom,
When the scent in the air is strong,
And the blossom stirs in the evening breeze,
You may see the squirrels among the trees,
Playing the whole night long.
Never a care at
Bothers their simple brains;
You can see them glide in the moonlight
From tree to tree and from limb to limb,
Little grey aeroplanes.
Each like a dormouse
In the spout of a gumtree old,
A ball of fur with a silver coat;
Each with his tail around his
For fear of his catching cold.
These are the things he eats,
Asking his friends to dine:
Moths and beetles and newborn shoots,
Honey and snacks of the native fruits,
And a glass of dew for wine.
A B Banjo Paterson
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