<by squirrels.
Sunshine of my day.
When I am walking sadly to class,
Feeling very gray.
When you emerge,
With such a little squeak
I swear, I swear to you,
My happiness does peak.
I love your bushy tails
And your little feets,
When I go outside,
It is you I’d like to greet.
Oh little baby squirrels,
Though you come but once a year,
I promise your departure
Doesn’t come without a tear.