When you vivisect a squirrel it is wise to be aware,
That a little soul is beating behind all the blood and hair,
I took no real notice of the squirrel's right to live,
And now my life is haunted by a ghost that won't forgive.
My keys are always hidden and my toast is always burnt,
At night there are strange noises and I really wish there weren't,
I never should have let my hands remove that squirrel's guts
But all in all I'm thankful that he hasn't found my nuts.
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