Drivel that I wrote for a traveling gossip

Here comes a knock,
it is the squirrel
has found her way here,
by asking up and down our block,
until the way was clear,

to one she carries half a tale,
to another, the reply,
and all with so sly a smile,
and sparkle in her eye,

I hate to spoil her fun,
and yet I can't leave this be,
I'll bait and tame or knock
this silly squirrel from her Tree


She wants? My cards say acceptance,
Isn't that strange,
To think that something new can come
Of something that won't change.

(Yes, yes, it's doggerel -- but good enough for the gossip)