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Fair Weather Friend

Smarty Pants, Smarty Pants, where does he keep?
He hunkers right down with his friends for some sleep.

Smarty Pants, Smarty Pants, with the sun as his guide,
Arrives on my deck for some peanuts to hide.

But now who’s the Smarty Pants, my fuzzy friend?
I’ve tossed out the shelled ones to eat, not up-end.

Smarty Pants, Smarty Pants, comes and he goes;
Today he’s got frost on his whiskers and toes.

He knows me by sight, and will not run away.
Smarty Pants warms up a bright winter day.

junco junkie ©2017

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