Thursday, 24 April 2014

Squirrel Army

Knees on sink rim, think I to glimmer a squint of the Squirrel Army
Ah me, does me old art good to see em march passed me
Regimentals grey, taches bushy sprays out from nose to arse
Proud fellows all, nut bucklers smartly shining
Blimey calm me it’s the Squirrel Army.
And to think of fortnight hence when buck-toothed men
Will fend off cat on fence fur a flying, squealing, hissing catcophony.
Beat the bested beast back retreat it will on first attack
For Good King Cyril of the Squirrels did grant protection on me.
Thank my lucky stars, from Cat I fear no pains nor scars
For the Boys of the Squirrel Regiment do secure my lands and charge no rent
Excepting dry roasted peanuts by the door on Friday
And certain other favours lady’s modesty not withstanding.

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