The squirrels are coming; they're walking; they're running; the squirrels are pelting; they're swarming; they're funning; the squirrels are filling my room over night; the squirrels are here; o, my dear; what a sight.
They're filling it up from the bottom to top; they're making it smelly; they're making it quite: nasty, and itchy, and hairy, and brown; they'll get me evicted; I'll have to leave town...
They're filling it up from the bottom to top; they're making it smelly; they're making it quite: nasty, and itchy, and hairy, and brown; they'll get me evicted; I'll have to leave town...
Bad squirrels, bad squirrels! Who told you, "Come 'round"? You're reckless and wretched. You make too much sound, and if I'd been a farmer, you'd all have been drowned. Bad squirrels! Bad squirrels! You rodents, pipe down!!!.
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