Chipmunky Business

Truth be told, during my acting/theater career, I really once played a chipmunk. The play was 'How to Succeed in Business..." and I was the guy who came out and shouted "Chipmunk Rah! Chipmunk Rah! Gooooo Chipminks!" and then jumped around like a cheerleader spaz. It was a real part!
Which has nothing to do with this;
 

Chipmunky Business

Chattering the Chipmunk is a ventriloquist,
Rudely alarming at the sight
  Of me and Mr. Cat on our porch,
He holds his head still
Moving his mouth but a little,
  He convulses his hips
While his tail twitching tweaks,
One would think it’s his rear.
  And not his head
From which he speaks

Quite a help in the garden
Is our little brown fellow,
  With an elephants mind he never forgets
Where I’ve sown the precious forget-me-nots,
So he shows his concern,
  Every time he returns,
By his digging them up once again

"Get out of my pots, you substandard gopher!"
He turns ‘bout and runs from my scorn,
  In a moment or two then
Zig zags back through the lawn
Bearing in his duffled cheeks an acorn,
  Which wisely one would think
He’d set aside in his lair
Against the hard Winter nights,
  And their cold bitter air,
Yet I wonder if he is that smart a player,
For the following Spring
  Comes a most unplanned thing,
It’s a too inch tall sprouting oak tree