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Black Squirrel | ||
| Squirrel of black is tracking me, Coming forth the world to see. He has buried all his nuts In the little garden ruts. Does he have a loving mate, Or a girl he likes to date? He is careful in the street, Lest a speeding car he meet. Though he's "squirreled" nuts away, He just lives from day to day. Thankful for the things he's got, Of tomorrow worries not. | ||
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