In honour of the Occupy Suburbia movement, I give you, to the tune of Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue:
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
Friday night and I need to eat
Some vegetables and a slice of meat
A slice of bread and a side of slaw
Would go quite well inside my gaping maw
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
Short legs and feathery tails
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
Running wild through the hay bales
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
Flat ears, Racoon trails
It’s too late, they’re in charge
From suburb’s edge to your backyard
Red Tail squirrels and they can’t be beat
Drive you out of your home and into the street
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
In your pool house and at the pool side
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
Taking over your dwelling, it’s a red tide
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
Raising Hell in your kitchen with pride
Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune
Ya know they marched in
and then they demanded pie
We thought we were neighbours
On two sides of the door
I tell ya what, man
They moved in, the occupation began
I don’t know the story
Or if they’ve got a plan
Suburbia, Your Town, Now
They’ll get inside, I don’t know how
Looking for pie, goodies, and treats
Cream filled twinkies and other good eats
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
Lead the charge, for pie they’ll trot
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels
They want Crisco in every crockpot!
Squirrels, Squirrels, Squirrels