Pitter, patter on the grass

Creeping slowly towards the glass

To taunt the cats with sunny sass

Such is the chipmunk way.

With gleaming eyes and puffy cheeks

Making cocky household peeks

To render any human weak

Great distress among the cats they wreak

Such is the chipmunk way.

Sharp whacks send birds from fro and to

Upon the feeder a battle ensues

Foes are felled with no such rue

Such is the chipmunk way.

Nuts are fed to greedy lips

From which nothing ever slips

Treasures guarded with a nip

Such is the chipmunk way.

Serpent slaughter is such fun

Just slash the neck, and then you're done

Cling on tight; he'll thrash a storm

If venom threatens, you'd better run

Such is the chipmunk way.

With evil squirrels form vicious bouts

Over food and land, those horrid louts

You're very wrong, our chips don't pout

They seek revenge to knock them out

Such is the chipmunk way.

Burrowing strangely underground

Tossing nuts into a mound

Piles so exceed ten pound

Sleeping softly with no sound

Such is the chipmunk way.

Such insights formed within their minds

A furry market of intellectual finds

So more advanced than other kinds

They will conquer, leave none behind

And through the graves, they walk among our rinds

Such is the chipmunk way.