She didn’t quite catch all that he said
He spoke quickly and waved his arms
But she had a bad feeling as she did her best
To converse with grace and charm.
The sun came up and she roused her babes
To stroll around the tree
On every branch were smart little homes
All neighbours in the community.
Birds and raccoons and squirrels and bugs
All living side by side
They chatted and played and helped when they could
A neighbourhood takes all kinds.
The raccoon and his brood strutted around
Telling the rest what to do
They used nasty words and tried to start fights
They loved a hullabaloo.