little squirell on the ground.forage, forage, forage 'round.gather nut's, dig some rut's, frolick in the new grass cut.forage mr.squirell, oh my, a minnie pearl hat on.looks like a funny rat on, high society.mr.squirell at natures store, what are you buyin' me? your tyin' me up mr.squirell, i'd like to gather and see the world.with flag unfurled do i trot, with mr.squirell already forgot.
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