When ever I chance to see
A squirrel up in a tree
Dropping nuts on top my chest

My flushing anger wails
Walnuts and falling shells
Nuts gathered in a wise squirrel’s nest

When the harvest time comes
There’s nothing but the crumbs
They leave the limbs stripped everywhere

Just a nutty buddy
Grayish rough and ruddy
Throwing nut shells on top my hair

I feel sort of squirrely
Going to work so early
Trying to pick the “NUTS” that aren’t there