There once was a squirrel named Colin
Who was not in the habit of lollin’.
He scampered about
Busy, without doubt,
Gathering healthy nuts all in.
It was a rainy day, but when wasn’t it?
He had a fur coat, so he didn’t give a sh—!
Few others were out
So he felt extra clout
As he selected a plump acorn and bit.
Down the trunk he dashed
Over the slurry he darted
Spaces that he’d traversed before.
He’d timed his trek between autos and horse,
And the occasional pedestrian, of course,
Judging their speed to the second,
It was like dodging bullets, he reckoned.
But what was this solid barricade of humans?
Their feet weren’t moving to walk or dance
Juke right, quick step left,
But the obstacles weren’t going away,
Colin wasn’t nuts but he was determined, so he took a chance.
He scooted, he lept, he made it to the big tree.
Up he zipped and out on a limb to see—
Why, it was Her Majesty, their Queen,
In gold, lace, and diamonds all asheen,
That throngs came to glimpse in ecstasy!
Colin plunked the nut in his stash…
Wait – perhaps, he’d eat it now as personal toast:
“God save the Queen – and the nuts who stand in rain to see her.”