Squirrel's Prepared Pantry
In a forest of oak, where acorns fall free, Lived Scampy the Squirrel, as busy as can be. Leaves turned to gold, with a crisp autumn breeze, But Scampy knew winter would chill all the trees. "Prepare now," he chattered, tail bushy and high, "Store nuts for the snow— oh me, oh my!" His cousin, the carefree one, leaped branch to branch, "Play while it's sunny— who needs a big stash?"
From dawn's early light till the sun dipped low, Scampy scampered, with nuts all aglow. He buried them deep in spots marked with care— Under the fern, by the old oak's lair. Cousin twirled leaves, in a playful spin, "Tomorrow's for that— let's frolic and win!" But Scampy just smiled, paws full of his plan, "Preparation's the key to a winter so grand."
Snowflakes began, like feathers so white, The forest hushed quiet, no acorns in sight. Cousin shivered and searched, tummy rumbling low, "Where are the nuts? Oh, the cold winds do blow!" Scampy dug up his stores, one by one with a grin, "Come share in my pantry— plenty within!" Cousin hopped close, eyes wide with surprise, "You planned all along— how exceedingly wise!"
A blizzard then howled, blanketing deep, The world turned to white in a frozen sleep. Birds huddled tight, no seeds to be found, Cousin quaked, "What if your spots are all drowned?" Scampy led on, through drifts soft and high, To caches remembered under the sky. "Preparation's a map in your mind's quiet keep— It guides through the storm, no time for a weep."
Word spread through the wood, like a whisper on wing, Of Scampy's wise ways and the bounty he'd bring. Rabbit and mouse, deer and doe all came near, Sharing the nuts through the winter so drear. Cousin helped dig, with a newfound delight, "Planning ahead makes the cold feel so light!" Scampy nodded proud, tail flicking with cheer, "Together we're warmer— prepare without fear."
As thaws started to trickle, and ice began to melt, Scampy gathered the young, with stories to tell. "Mark your spots clever, remember the tree— Prepare for the pinch, and you'll frolic with glee." The kits scampered off, paws full of his lore, Burying treasures by the meadow's green shore. Cousin joined in, no longer so lax, "Preparation's the plan— now that's a fact!"
Spring burst forth vibrant, with flowers in bloom, The forest alive, chasing winter's old gloom. Scampy's pantry half-full, a backup so smart, For surprises that sneak up and tug at the heart. Friends feasted on fresh, but remembered the store, "Thanks to your foresight— we hunger no more!" Scampy leaped high, with a chitter of joy, "Prepare with a purpose— oh, what a ploy!"
The wood wove its wisdom, in branches and bough, Preparation's quiet power, starting now. It's not in the hoard or the size of the find— But planning ahead, with heart and with mind. When seasons shift swift, and the easy way calls, Prepare like the squirrel— you'll weather all squalls. Your pantry of plans, stocked full and so true, Keeps you ready for whatever comes through.
As twilight tucked in with a hush soft and sweet, Scampy dreamed deep of the next nuts to meet. More winters to welcome, more plans to pursue— A squirrel prepared, ever thoughtful and true!