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I met a squirrelHe had a good nameHe had some things to doHe was a brother whoLost a sister whoHe never even knewPeople move around and theyMove around, and theyMove in circles and squaresI don't like themThey don't have furAnd all they do is stareThis is not the first timeBut it's the worst timeThis has happened by farEveryone is tryingTrying to kill meThey say they're notBut they areThis terrorTastes like coffeeCan I have anotherCupThis terrorTastes like coffeeCan I have anotherCup From Letras Mania