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Rh Is the dainty flying squirrel

In vest of shining white,

In coat of silver gray,

And vest of shining white.

His furry Quaker jacket

Is trimmed with stripe of black;

A furry plume to match it

Is curling o'er his back;

New curved with every motion,

His plume curls o'er his back.

No little new-born baby

Has pinker feet than he;

Each tiny toe is cushioned

With velvet cushions three;

Three wee, pink, velvet cushions

Almost too small to see.

Who said, "The foot of baby

Might tempt an angel's kiss"?

I know a score of school-boys

Who put their lips to this,—

This wee foot of the squirrel,

And left a loving kiss.

The tiny thief has hidden

My candy and my plum;

Ah, there he comes unbidden

To gently nip my thumb,—

Down in his home (my pocket)

He gently nips my thumb.