Sonnet 1337 The squirrel's nostrils fill with the spring airs As it hops around the greeny grass ground. Squirrels are concerned not with human cares, And find materialism unsound. The squirrel is as happy as can be, As the wind blows in its fur and buckteeth, When it frolics from green grass ground to tree Hiding in the newness of nature's wreath. Squirrels nickname happens to be lucky, And as you most assuredly will see, Mainly there are just too many Bucky...