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.