Sarrah sits in her buggy,
Comfy and toasty,
Cushy and cozy.
Eating a large cookie.
But she is NOT happy.
She does NOT like her mittens.
She does NOT like her hoodie.
She does NOT like her jacket.
She does NOT like her blankie.
And certainly,
Absolutely,
Positively,
Definitely,
She does NOT like winter.
The days are TOO short.
The nights are TOO long.
The snow is TOO cold.
The wind is TOO strong.
As she sulks,
And she sighs,
As she sobs,
And she cries,
A squirrel watches at her,
With his sweet naughty eyes.
And he looks and he goggles,
And he stares and he gawks,
Until finally Sarrah shares,
Her large cookie box.
Best friends forever,
In the park they play,
Jumping and skipping,
They spend the whole day.
When Sarrah finally gets home,
She frets and she flusters,
Worried about the cold,
She frightfully shudders.
Is the night chilly?
Is the squirrel hungry?
Is the ground prickly?
Is the burrow lonely?
When she goes to the park,
The very next day,
The squirrel jumps in joy,
He’s ready to play.
Sarrah takes out a blanket,
And lines the squirrel’s burrow,
Then she wraps him in a scarf,
And kisses his soft smooth brow.
The squirrel twirls,
And he leaps.
The squirrel claps,
And he squeaks.
Best friends forever,
In the park they play,
Jumping and skipping,
They spend the whole day.
And from that day on…
There’s no sulking or sighing.
There’s no moaning or groaning.
There’s no sobbing or crying.
Sarrah is SO happy to be comfy.
Sarrah is SO happy to be toasty.
Sarrah is SO happy to be cushy.
Sarrah is SO happy to be cozy.
And she never complains,
About winter again.
Tasneem Dairywala 