While wandering the wooded alleys of the Oregon Country Fair on the afternoon of July 11 2009, I came across a young lady with a typewriter. Her typewriter had, printed upon it, "POEM STORE your subject & price". I approached her and said, I'd like three dollars worth of squirrel in the attic". She said okay, sat down with a grim expression, and began to type. Ninety seconds later, she pulled this parchment from the typewriter and handed it to me, and I gave her three dollars and I put the poem in my pocket and walked away. I later found it in my pocket and posted it below, here on my squirrel-in-the-attic website:
