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Britainís Red Squirrels

Amidst our woods they lived quite free,
Most beautiful for all to see.
Collecting nuts, their only need,
To help provide a winter's feed.

But now, their falling numbers prove,
The threat to woodland and their food.
As roads and buildings rob their land,
And nature takes a crueller hand.

A cousin grey, who's not so shy,
Now steals their dwindling food supply.
And fighting fiercely for their home,
Gives our 'Red Friends' no place to roam.

'Less we provide them room to play,
Extinction is the price they'll pay

 Ivor G Davies

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