The Squirrel

(álbum: Capt. Burl Ives' Ark - 1958)

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)