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squirrel tale

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 tree 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.

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