Scoticow's Squirrel world
I May Never Dance With the Squirrels


(To the tune of I'm in the Lord's Army)
I May Never Dance With the Squirrels
. . .sing like girls
. . .get into a rut
. . .hang from a tree like a nut
. . .but I'm a four foot cow

I may never dance with the squirrels
. . .eat my curles?
. . .eat chicken gut
. . .hang from a tree like a nut
. . .but i'm a four foot cow

I may never dance with the squirrels
. . .jump over hurdles - ouch.
. . .sit like a poor slouch, with my mut
. . .hang from a tree like a nut
. . .but I'm a four foot cow

I may never dance with the squirrels
. . .wear jamacan pearls
. . .eat who knows what
. . .hang from a tree like a nut
. . .but I'm a four foot cow

Here I stand, I cannot go up
. . .drink from a cup
. . .make a good ryme
. . .to any extent sublime
. . .do nothing new
. . .but I shall moo
I may never sigh as a sow
. . .because I'm a four foot cow


     Note: Author is not actually four feet tall
                                       Note: If one would like a copy of the song, sung by the author, please email me
Note: Author does not own a dog



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