Little squirrel passes by
Wishing you the sweetest night,
Second squirrel, third and fourth..
Drinking moonlight in the north..
Fifth has gone to reach the stars,
Planting flowers made of glass..
Sixth is hunting under leaves -
There's a scent it can't resist..
Seventh likely, I suppose,
Kissing honey in the nose..
Eighth is making awesome stunts,
Ninth is hiding hazel nuts,
Tenth is learning how to purr,
Touching you with silky fur..
The eleventh sniffs your ear,
Tells there's nothing else for fear,
Twelfth is singing gentle song
'Bout the skies to you belong..
And thirteenth not fond of art
Tells you secret of my heart.