Grey Squirrel Blues

A bit of fun; written to be played as a blues-style lyric

O mister grey squirrel, such a quick-witted thief

Your keen eyes miss nothing, and you've ever busy teeth

You spend your whole wakeful life just rushing around

Finding those seeds and nuts to bury underground


O mister grey squirrel, tufted furry commando

You're plotting your missions wherever you go

You calculate and posit your aerial campaigns

In forests and woodlands and quiet urban lanes


O mister grey squirrel, comedian and wit

I'm hearing you chuckling on that branch where you sit

So, I'm putting out food, just for you, near the trees

So, mister grey squirrel, come visit me, please?

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