Squirrels imported from connecticut Just in time for fall How much fun is a lot more fun? Not much fun at all What's with all the handsome grandsons In these rock band magazines? And what have they done with the fat ones? The bald and the goatee'd?
A tale is told of a band of squirrels Who lived in defiance of defeat They woke up in the nightmare world Of craven mediocrity They said, "we're coming out of the black patch! We're coming out of the pocket! We're calling into question Such virtue gone to seed!"
