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The Ballad of Lord Squirrel

(Verse 1) Gather ye close, let me spin ye a tale, Of a rogue with a flick of a bushy tail. Through golden fields and leaves so red, Ran Lord Squirrel with hunger fed! (Chorus) Oh, Lord Squirrel, bold and free, Dancing high in the harvest tree! Took the prize and made his stand, The bravest thief in all the land! (Verse 2) He saw the feast, a bounty bright, A cornucopia full of light! With nimble paws and daring heart, He made his move—oh, what a start! (Chorus) Oh, Lord Squirrel, bold and free, Dancing high in the harvest tree! Took the prize and made his stand, The bravest thief in all the land! (Bridge - spoken or sung dramatically) The farmers came with nets and cries, The guards gave chase with watchful eyes! But up he sprang, to branch so high, And swore, "This feast is mine or I die!" (Verse 3) For three whole days they fought in vain, Through storm and sun and pouring rain. Yet Lord Squirrel clung, so proud, so bold, To fruits and nuts and grains of gold! (Final Chorus - triumphant!) Oh, Lord Squirrel, bold and free, Dancing high in the harvest tree! Though they swore he'd not prevail, The cornucopia tells his tale!