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Well, One of my earlier child's stories but here it is
Manic McGee
Three miles south
Of a huge oak tree
A tatty young squirrel
Goes by the name of McGee
Was chasing and racing
A feather in the wind
He jumped up and caught it
To the floor it was pinned
A rebel of a rodent
A naughty little fiend
At doing chores and good things
He was so unkeen
His Nana squirrel
Would tut and mutter
Just a glimpse of the pest
Got her in a flutter
No cause could be captured
For the ways he so strayed
Watching the hard work of others
On the grass he laid
Oh, Why, Oh, Why
Mama squirrel would ask
Why won’t he do
Just a tiny task!
Such a naughty young fellow
They would say as he passed
As he took every hazelnut
And ran away fast
None of the others
Would be McGee’s friend
So McGee all alone
For himself he would fend
He would huff and puff
As he chewed on some straw
That wasn’t enough
He always wanted more
For such a mischievous squirrel
Goes by the name of McGee
Three miles south
Of a huge oak tree
Manic McGee
Three miles south
Of a huge oak tree
A tatty young squirrel
Goes by the name of McGee
Was chasing and racing
A feather in the wind
He jumped up and caught it
To the floor it was pinned
A rebel of a rodent
A naughty little fiend
At doing chores and good things
He was so unkeen
His Nana squirrel
Would tut and mutter
Just a glimpse of the pest
Got her in a flutter
No cause could be captured
For the ways he so strayed
Watching the hard work of others
On the grass he laid
Oh, Why, Oh, Why
Mama squirrel would ask
Why won’t he do
Just a tiny task!
Such a naughty young fellow
They would say as he passed
As he took every hazelnut
And ran away fast
None of the others
Would be McGee’s friend
So McGee all alone
For himself he would fend
He would huff and puff
As he chewed on some straw
That wasn’t enough
He always wanted more
For such a mischievous squirrel
Goes by the name of McGee
Three miles south
Of a huge oak tree
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Yeah but he's little and as such symbolised children, or at least makes them relate to him. Just like Incey Wincey spider.
Paradox: wrote:
> Thats really sad :-( Poor McGee
McGee's a git so it ok!
:)
> Thats really sad :-( Poor McGee
McGee's a git so it ok!
:)
Thats really sad :-( Poor McGee
Well, One of my earlier child's stories but here it is
Manic McGee
Three miles south
Of a huge oak tree
A tatty young squirrel
Goes by the name of McGee
Was chasing and racing
A feather in the wind
He jumped up and caught it
To the floor it was pinned
A rebel of a rodent
A naughty little fiend
At doing chores and good things
He was so unkeen
His Nana squirrel
Would tut and mutter
Just a glimpse of the pest
Got her in a flutter
No cause could be captured
For the ways he so strayed
Watching the hard work of others
On the grass he laid
Oh, Why, Oh, Why
Mama squirrel would ask
Why won’t he do
Just a tiny task!
Such a naughty young fellow
They would say as he passed
As he took every hazelnut
And ran away fast
None of the others
Would be McGee’s friend
So McGee all alone
For himself he would fend
He would huff and puff
As he chewed on some straw
That wasn’t enough
He always wanted more
For such a mischievous squirrel
Goes by the name of McGee
Three miles south
Of a huge oak tree
Manic McGee
Three miles south
Of a huge oak tree
A tatty young squirrel
Goes by the name of McGee
Was chasing and racing
A feather in the wind
He jumped up and caught it
To the floor it was pinned
A rebel of a rodent
A naughty little fiend
At doing chores and good things
He was so unkeen
His Nana squirrel
Would tut and mutter
Just a glimpse of the pest
Got her in a flutter
No cause could be captured
For the ways he so strayed
Watching the hard work of others
On the grass he laid
Oh, Why, Oh, Why
Mama squirrel would ask
Why won’t he do
Just a tiny task!
Such a naughty young fellow
They would say as he passed
As he took every hazelnut
And ran away fast
None of the others
Would be McGee’s friend
So McGee all alone
For himself he would fend
He would huff and puff
As he chewed on some straw
That wasn’t enough
He always wanted more
For such a mischievous squirrel
Goes by the name of McGee
Three miles south
Of a huge oak tree
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