Jimmy the squirrel, in the trees
Counting the lumps upon his knees
Where he's been bitten by hoards of fleas
He looks at his nuts and is ill at ease
Will he get through the winter?
Billy the badger, in his den
He'll stay in there until half past ten
Until he can come out again
To avoid the traps put out by men
Will he get through the night?
Arthur the Hedgehog, in the road
Flattened by a lorry with a heavy load
Though he'd been warned by an aged toad
But he hadn't read the green cross code
Silly sod!
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