Here is a poem written for My Albino Squirrel.
I have a friend, It is a squirrel. It�s fur is soft, And as white as pearl.
When winter comes, His fur turns grey.	Oh how I wish, The white would stay.
He hops and jumps, And runs with grace. Some people say, He�s a disgrace.
The Albino�s nice, He�s really sweet. He only eats nuts, And refuses meat.
My friend and I, Play and drink pop, Until he gets tired, And has to stop.
I walk my friend home, Because it�s really late. Then we agree to meet, on another date.
I guess it�s true, He is quite odd, But he as well, Was made by God.