Snake And Squirrel|
The Snake and The Squirrel
Where do you wander, snake asked the squirrel
The squirrel quickly answered, I`m taking a whirl
Whirling `round here is not a good place
You may be in danger `cause this is my space!
I make my home in the old oak tree
Way up to the top where I can be free
Maybe you need to find a new home
This is my space ``I vant to be alone ``
How dare you say that this is your space !
God made this tree in this beautiful place!
God made me crawl on my belly you see
Where ever I roam that space is for me
Well God also left me food to be found
Beneath this oak tree here on the ground
God gave me fangs for protection you see
I can eat you, but you can`t eat me !
End Of Story !
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