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I was taking in the sights one day
While walking through the woods,
I saw a little squirrel
Wearing, what looked like, was a hood.

He jumped out to the middle of the path
Had nunchucks in his hands,
A samurai sword at his side
And around his head, a sweat band.

He tried to attack me
Whatever for? I don't know,
I tried my best to run away
But, he went totally psycho.

He jumped on my leg
Beat my ankles with those nunchucks,
He knocked me to the ground
There's no way, I could duck.

I got up and tried to run away
But, I didn't get very far,
I saw this silver thing fly past my head
By God, it was a ninja star.

I had taken about enough
From this ninja squirrel,
I kicked him square in the n*ts
Thought I saw his head swirl.

He had got up off the ground
Wiped the blood from his face,
Had more weapons behind his back
I felt so, out of place.

I didn't have anything with me
To kick this squirrel's butt with,
All this time I thought
That ninja squirrels, were a myth.

He had all these weapons
Ranging from bo's to ashiko's,
He moved rather swiftly
I didn't even see him go.

I knew I was beat
When I got knocked over the head,
I beat me to a bloody pulp
I somehow knew I had to be dead.

I knew I had been beat
When across the woods I was hurled,
What did I get myself into
By fighting with a ninja squirrel?

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.30/2005