RUN LITTLE SKWERL
by Patriot Katz

Run little squirrel, run little squirrel, run little squirreliee.
You leap off the roof, and dive into my mother's fave. plum tree.
Run little squirrel, run little squirrel, run little squirreliee.
You know to knock down half-ripe plums, dancing on the branches is the key.

Run little squirrel, run little squirrel, run little squirreliee.
Mother catches sight of you, and yells loud enough for ample amounts of neighbor to come and see.
Run little squirrel, run little squirrel, run little squirreliee.
Taunt my mother not little squirrel. While you can, you should turn tail and flee.

Run little squirrel, run little squirrel, run little squirreliee.
Enraged, my mother screams, "Damn you squirrels!", and chucks a fallen plum at your furry hinee.
Run little squirrel, run little squirrel, run little squirreliee.
You fly, chittering, from tree to higher tree, your bum hurting as if stung by a bee.

Run little squirrel, run little squirrel, run little squirreliee.
Little squirrel, I warned you to flee!
So why do you choose to glare menacingly down upon *me*?



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