Kumbe's friend is not a boy
Yet he brings him plenty joy
It pleases him and not annoy
They call him the squirrel boy
Up and down his head it climbs
All their times are happy times
All is yours this head of mine
Together, they eat and dine
Kumbe's friend is not a toy
So they call him the squirrel boy
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