Prairie Dog Run
Let it go
And burrow little one
Make your home at the base of the willow...
If you've ever watched that anchor on TV
You should know about the abuses they face
Such a downtrodden yet friendly race
I feel a hunger, its a hunger
To see them finally rise
And look up the bright blue skies
Crying on the corner
I know there is nothing I can do
Back to their holes they must run into
My soul proclaims the recession
The prairie dogs shall be victorious
And holding their small hands we shall walk glorious
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