ODE TO HILLARY
(words by Norma D. Wheaton)
To be sung to the tune of Joyce Kilmer's TREES.
(with profound apologies from me, Norma)
I think that I shall never see,
A squirrel as pretty as Hillary.
A squirrel who would in summer bear,
Some baby squirrels for Paul to share,
Poems are made by folks like me,
But only God could make a Hillary.
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I want to thank a man named Paul,
Who sent to me his photos all,
A man who took the time to spend,
Taking the pictures he would send.
Photos that made me oh so glad.
I send this poem 'cause he is sad.
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I think that I shall never see,
A squirrel who'd climb upon my knee.
A squirrel who'd cover more than a mile,
To visit Paul and give him a smile.
Poems are made by folks like me,
But only God could make a Hillary.
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I think that I will always see,
My precious Hillary Gallery,
Which gives me pleasure to behold,
That tiny squirrel so young not old.
This poem was made by me to say,
I'll love you Hillary every day.
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I think that I shall never see,
A bolder squirrel than Hillary.
A squirrel who'd climb upon his head,
Or wake him up while he was in bed.
Poems are made by folks like me
To show my love for Hillary.
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I think that I shall never see,
A squirrel as tame as Hillary.
Who'd climb upon his leg and stand,
Upon the palm of his open hand.
Where Paul could pet her little head,
'fore she'd go home and go to bed.
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I think that I shall never see,
A squirrel who'd be as smart as she.
A squirrel who'd climb inside a coffee pot,
So she could see what could be got.
Poems are made by folks like me,
And I thank God for Hillary.
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I think that I shall never see,
A squirrel who’d be as smart as she.
Who'd climb the patio screen door
And beg for Paul to bring some more.
Filberts that came from her grandma Norm,
From the northern state of Oregon.
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I hope this poem will begin to start,
The healing process in your heart,
Where you will always be able to see,
The lovely image of Hillary.
This poem was sent by me to Paul,
A well meant gift however small.
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With all my love to Paul from Norma.
September 30, 1999
Norma is a dear
and well-loved friend. This page would not be complete
without a picture of
her beloved squirrel, Mommy.
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