A Lark - A Squirrel lyrics

The birds rule the yards of men

Offerings hanging for their visits

Yet they harbor hatred of others

Those alien to their world in forests

They dwell ever watching, waiting

Their craft stowed with nuts in trees

Provisions for the long winter

For the long journey back home

Beyond the chewy milky way

They hop and climb about

Lulling men to feed them nuts

And learning all they can