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HYMN TO THE FALLEN
by patriot binta

Glory, Glory, to the coming of the squirrel
His bushy tail, his drenched rat stench that makes you wanna hurl
You watch him in his tree his beady red eyes as big as pearl
Here he comes marching on!

He's leaping onto Power lines leading a ruthful band
They all have blood stained fangs and the sharpest claws in the land
Soon they are all over, you can no longer stand
His teeth have firmly latched on!

Bite at the throat, nibble on the ankles, they have slashed the neck!
The helpless soul cannot defend his body is but a wreck
Another victim falls to grave, while all the squirrels shout "CHECK!"
And they sing this evil diddy:
"We have been cast from heaven and rained upon your sea,
violence and corruption will now be our only key
knocking over your bird feeders and disrupting your morning tea
Our truth is frolicking on!

Glory, Glory to the coming of the squirrels
We will steal your kin and cast them into other worlds
We will stare at you forever with our two eyes of pearls
Squirrels will keep marching on!"

Well I say, Hatred, Hatred to the evil squirrel!
His bushy tail, his drenched rat stench that makes you wanna hurl
You watch him in his tree his beady red eyes as big as pearl
Oh No! Here he comes marching on...


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