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there was a little squirrel as lovely as can be
he lived in the woods high up in a tree
jumpimg branch to branch you could see him play
always very happy always bright and gay

he would gather nuts on the forest floor
then back up in his treeΒ Β the squirrel he would soar
then he would go to sleep so he could have a rest
curled up in ball inside his little nest.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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     DENNY R ALLISON and Ruby
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