Ok, my sister wrote this one day when she was bored.
She is a teenager... so it is kinda scary, but I still like it~

i have a special someone....
he's always there for me.
everytime i look outside,
he's right there in my trees.
he climbs up on my roof at night
sings me melodies,
he clings on the windowsill
he even fights off bees.
i have a special someone,
he knaws into my house.
when i need someone to talk to
he's much better than any louse.
my special someone loves me,
i know because i can tell
i have a special someone...
he's the squirell i have named Ralph.

Yep... that is it...