Low Fly, The Squirrels From In The Sky to the tune of "FIELDS OF ATHENRY", see Data Base With deepest apologies to my friends who love this song. Neath a lonely northern wood, I thought I'd do some good And feed the pretty birdies on the wing. With a tray of this and that, I mounted on my hat I never thought that I would ever sing. Low fly, the squirrels from in the sky. That once, I thought were so, god-damned shy For the seeds upon my head, they nearly knocked me dead And I curse them, all the tree-rats I can spy.
The day was nice and clear as I took my bright idea My hat would feed the starlings in the snow When from far atop the glen, a Tree-rat took a yen For a piece of my fine corn, way down below. Chorus I never saw its pelt but remember how it felt At thirty miles an hour it hit my head Like a rock thrown by a gale, this projectile with a tale It struck me, and I fell as I was dead. (The truly evil verse) By the old infirmry wall I heard a young man calling. Keep your wits about you neath the trees, I fought Famine with my Crown And the Squirrels they knocked me down. I'll never stroll again with dignity.
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