The Squirrell - Burl Ives

I know a wee squirrel who lives in an oak

He loves a good lunch and he loves a good joke

There’s a wee bit of Scotch in his family tree

He’s Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee

(He's Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee)

Of chestnuts and acorns, he’s gathered a store

Although he has plenty, he still gathers more

And he has them for breakfast, for luncheon and tea

Young Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee

(Young Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee)

His brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts

Quite often will gather and have a fine dance

And they leap through the air precariously

With Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee

(With Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee)

Once while they were dancing a hunter came by

And all of these squirrels the hunter did spy

And he lifted his rifle and aimed carefully

At Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee

(At Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee)

The rifle went off with a terrible blast

But Angus McFergus was faster than fast

And the bullets went deep in the poor old oak tree

But it never touched Angus McFergus Dundee

(But it never touched Angus McFergus Dundee)

The hunter looked round but the squirrels were gone

Of all of those dancers there wasn’t a one

They were all safely hidden in that friendly oak tree

With Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee

I often imagine that I’d like to be

A funny wee squirrel and live in a tree

Pay no rent and no taxes and get my lunch free

Like Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee

(Like Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee)