Squirrels Are Killers


Walking down the snowy lane, looking at the stars,
People walking left and right and sounds of trains and cars.
The squirrel sings a folk song, while strumming little strings,
While birds are flying overhead while flapping tiny wings.

Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel falling from the tree,
Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel lands on top of me.
Panic, Panic, what to do, his claws are in my eyes,
I try to get him off of me while shedding tears and cries.

A man enjoying pleasant time sees me struggling,
Pulls out a little pocket knife and tries to kill the thing.
Instead of stabbing the squirrel, he stabs me in the nose,
And just like that, the blood creates a river down my clothes.

And now I'm always watching, cause I am really scared
Paranoid a squirrel, will kill me, then and there.

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