The Squeezel
In the deepest, darkest jungles
In the west of Senegal
The Squeezel’s on the lookout
For friends both big or small.
Looks are not important
The Squeezal doesn’t care.
She’ll be friends with fish or bird
With crocodile or bear
She’s always super friendly
and ready with a smile.
But friends, she’s sadly been without
for quite a little while.
“What have I done? she asked herself.
“I always try my best!”
But her voice was quivering
And sounding most distressed.
But her mother always taught her
Not to hide away.
She needed to get out and look
to find someone to play.
Today could be her lucky day.
A friend may be nearby.
She could say hello to happiness
And loneliness goodbye.
She went out searching straight away
And it was if by fate
As snoozing on a pile of leaves
She found a likely mate.
A small, brown mouse was fast asleep
and dreaming of some cheese.
As the Squeezel bent down low
and gave a little squeeze.
“Ouch!!! Get off me!!” screamed the mouse
and started turning white.
But the Squeezel was oblivious
to the poor creature’s plight.
The mouse then bit the Squeezel
quite roughly on the cheek
and ran off through the jungle
with an angry, little squeak.
The Squeezel now just sat and cried.
What was she doing wrong?
But just at that moment
there came a gentle song.
She wiped away her tears.
What was that she heard?
She saw it sitting on a branch,
a red and blue striped bird.
