little possum

I can't believe what is happing to my tree
It's getting chopped the sound gets louder in my littles ears
Until they come to my hollow
I run away to a land with no chopping
And find my perfect tree
I climb up my tree
But when they all come out at three
I quickly scurry away unknown and unseen
I run away to my other tree hollow
Where all my family live and eat
I tell them about my awesome day 
Then run away to the place I will stay all day 
But when everyone comes out at three I scurry away
And run to my family
And repeat every day
Until I get caught I will run away
And find my perfect tree