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Busy little Squirrel. Little squirrel I watch you from my window every day. You're up the trees and down the trees then you run away. I know if I sit quiet and never make a sound then you'll return with fattened cheeks you've foraged from the ground. I watch you very closely as you scurry to a small hole in my tree. Where you store your nuts and berries so no-one else will see. You're a clever little squirrel but you're always on your own. I'm glad to see you busy in my tree where you've made your home.