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Little chipmunk looking At me in the old oak tree and With cheeks like blossoms full of seeds He scampers swift from tree to tree and His tiny paws begin to dig A hurried pace intensely big and He stuffs his cheeks with nuts A furry bustling autumn sheen and He then up the oak he darts so fast A secret treasure meant to last.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:40 AM UTC
Little Chipmunk.
Little chipmunk looking At me in the old oak tree and With cheeks like blossoms full of seeds He scampers swift from tree to tree and His tiny paws begin to dig A hurried pace intensely big and He stuffs his cheeks with nuts A furry bustling autumn sheen and He then up the oak he darts so fast A secret treasure meant to last.
Chipmunk 🐿
david-p-carroll
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:40 AM UTC
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