Anon.
THE CHIPMUNK.
I know an old couple that lived in a wood—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
And up in a tree-top their dwelling it stood—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
The summer it came, and the summer it went—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
And there they lived on, and they never paid rent—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
Their parlor was lined with the softest of wool—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
Their kitchen was warm, and their pantry was full—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
And four little babies peeped out at the sky—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
You never saw darlings so pretty and shy—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
Now winter came on with its frost and its snow—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
They cared not a bit when they heard the wind blow—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
For, wrapped in their furs, they all lay down to sleep—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
But oh, in the spring, how their bright eyes will peep—
Chipperee, chipperee, chip!
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