When I was a child,
Under a bush by the church,
A squirrel died, and laid there.
And every week I went to visit,
And see what the news was.
And he revealed in time,
Everything about himself,
Like a close friend.
Slowly, he was lost,
Piece by piece,
Like an old jigsaw puzzle,
And was never heard from again.
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