Eek - a Squeak

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I heard a squeak beneath my seat I must protect my trunk I’d give that squeaker such a clump If I were grown and drunk I heard a squeak beneath my seat It gave me such a scare Those tiny squeakers make me meek Is there one under there I heard a squeak beneath my seat I quickly raised my feet I did not dare to take a peek Or beat a quick retreat I heard a squeak beneath my seat It’s messing with my brain Every time I move a bit It seems to squeak again I heard a squeak beneath my seat And now I need my dad He rushed out when he heard the squeak The squeaking made him mad I heard a squeak beneath my seat And now it’s squeaking faster My seat moved when I moved my feet For each leg has a caster I heard a squeak beneath my seat It made my dad’s blood boil But now he’s back and in his trunk Is lubricating oil

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