The squirrel lives a simple life
Leaping from tree to tree
And sometimes while he takes a rest
He stops and stares at me
I say hello ‘cause I’m polite
He often nods right back
And then he goes along his way
I follow in his track
In this city he feels no fear
There are no squirrel bans
And he’ll always be quite well fed
From all of the trashcans
The squirrel’s life’s a happy one
Filled with frolicksome joy
And when I get to watch them play
I too’m a happy boy