Edith Brown Kirkwood, Animal Children: The Friends of the Forest and the Plain
“ He works on tunnels night and day, This Marmot boy from far away. When winter comes then in he creeps, And there until the spring he sleeps.The woodchuck resides in a hole in the ground, He is surly and cross, and he never is found Out in the bright sunlight unless it's to see If he can't make more winter for you and for me.This naughty boy just eats and eats until he is a sight, He eats until he cannot hold another tiny bite. Of course, he's just an animal—they call him Wolverine— But does he make you think of boys that you have ever seen? ”
