Oh Squirrel who cares
If your nuts freeze
If they're frosty cones
And ice-cream pears
Nobody cares, look after number one son
Climb your bat infested tree
And stick it to the woodpecker
Who is drilling in your ear
Like a mad dentist
Slash and burn, slash and burn
The acorn is born
From your forgetfulness
Tree planter, Robin chanter
In the tree top's highest reach
Screech, and chirp, and pepper in wood pecker rhyme
No, screwdriver tongue
But the bells have sung and hung out
To dry in your silver squirrel sky
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