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ACT LIKE A NUT


Joan’s Philosophy of Life


We caught a pesky squirrel tonight
Our attic he did plunder
Every time we went upstairs
His prancing sounded like thunder.

The trap was set, the bait was placed
It didn’t take long to do it
As soon as he smelled the fresh peanut bait
His little paws took him right to it

We carried him out to the old pickup truck
To give him a ride to the country
To let him out far away from town
So he could find him a fun tree

But he got loose in the pickup truck
We didn’t know what we would do
How would we get him back in that cage
Should we call the conservation crew?

Then I had an idea about how we could catch him
It sounds kind of crazylike, but
I climbed right up in the pickup with him,
And then I acted just like a nut.

So when you have days that about do you in
When your life seems to be in a rut
When you are surrounded and feel overwhelmed
Just give up and  act like a nut.

You might be surprised how much better you’d feel
To imagine what capers you’d cut
Once you jump in the middle of all of your problems,
Lighten up, and act like a nut.

Written by Joan Rowden Hart, 12-14-02
Copyright Joan Hart 2003

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