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The Squirrel
I saw a Squirrel, sitting up a tree
I saw the Squirrel staring down at me
I knew this Squirrel had more guts
sitting in a public park playing with his nuts
You'd never catch me doing that
I'm not like him, the dirty rat
putting his nuts in the pouches of his cheeks
I've been trying to do that for three whole weeks
Without success I would quickly add
before you judge me strange or sad
I'm not a real Squirrel, it's plain to see
Seems I simply have a nut allergy
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