Chunky chipmunk
eating all the nuts
poor little guy
He lives in a tree
very mean he is
king of the tree they say
Pushy and grumpy
hungry and mean
no friends he's made
Now he sits wondering
why does everyone run
I have now friends
For the first time
he sat down
cried and cried
He thought and thought
I shall share
a fest it shall be
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