A reelly purty day

Dis iz da mos bootyful day I hav ebber seen.  Da breez wuz cool an' gud, da sun wuz shiny, da birdies wuz singin'...'sept fer da baby hawk dat skreeches awl day...an it wuz awl pawfeckt.  Well, almost.  Da grownd iz cuvvered wif nuts.  Mama sez it iz wike wawkin' on marbles - whutebber doze ar.  So she gotted a rake, a big ol' leef rake, an' started rakin' awl doze nuts into piles.  She iz up to abowt seven big BIG piles ov nuts.  Iz she dun?  Nope.  Sheez probly gonna hav a gazillyun piles befor she iz dun.  But at leest we can wawk across da yard to da safe spot ware we hab no nuts.  I bet sheez gonna donate doze nuts to a skwirrel farm or sumfin.  I wunder.  Whut do ya do wif a trucklode ov nuts?  Hmmmm....I fink abowt dat wile I'm sleepin'.  Hope I don't dreem abowt hyooj chickmunks er sumfin' skerry like dat.
Nitey nite, awl .