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Oh four foot squirrel, |
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Why do you stand so tall? |
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I think it's trickery, |
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And you're not big at all. |
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Do you not see the other |
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Squirrels laughing loud |
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At your ill-thought through dreams |
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Of height behind a hedgy shroud? |
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Now don't look so discouraged that |
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We saw right through your scheme, |
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For after all what else are squirrels |
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Ought to do but dream? |
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But delusions of grandeur |
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Somehow crept into your head |
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While all the other squirrels |
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Dreamt of hazelnuts instead. |
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Oh four foot squirrel, |
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Why do you look away? |
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Are you offended by the |
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Harsh words that we say? |
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Just bear in mind friend |
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That whatever you do, |
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We'll always be here |
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Just to point and laugh at you. |
