At Rand’s bright hall, where hungry students dine,
A blur of fur, a squirrel, bold and sly,
He craves the sauce, that basil-rich design.
He begs with eyes, that sparkle in the light.
A dollop falls, a gift from generous hand,
He tastes, then flees, a victor in the fight.
He’ll be back soon, amongst the hungry band.
For basil’s call, no squirrel can deny,
The king of Vandy, he makes his bold demand.