There do be trees outside my window
and I look at them; and I think, sometimes, they look at me,
and there be squirrels, grey fuckers, leaping among the leaves,
very sprightly, lightly: Yo-ho! the jumping boys!
And they, much as we, have the inexplicable gift of life,
and the males, like many of us, take a lady squirrel to wife.
Is she cute, does she wear lace panties?
Well, good luck, pal. Have a nut on me.
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