
I see you Mr Squirrel,
Sitting on my fence.
A walnut in your paws,
Your innocent pretence.
I know you, Mr Squirrel,
You come by every day.
Running round my garden
It’s clear you like to play.
I spotted you, Mr Squirrel,
Running along my roof.
But now you’re annoying me
To tell you the truth.
You went and made a hole
And my loft became your house.
Built yourself a nest,
Oh I’d rather have a mouse.
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