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This Land is MY Territory:
A Squirrel’s Song by Deanna Williston
To the tune of “This Land is your Land” (probably copywrited)

This land is MY land,
It ISN’T your land.

From the great old hick’ry,
To the mighty oak tree.

From the ancient sycamore,
To the sprawling black w-al-nut.

This land is MY territory.

Verse 1:
As I went hopping, along the forest floor,
I found some apples, and tasty fungi,
I ate some Tulip Tree bl-os-soms,
Oh, this land is MY territory!

Verse 2:
I grabbed some acorns, and carried them away,
I buried each to eat, later on a Winter’s day,
I’ll sniff them out, even under a foot of snow,
Oh, this land is MY territory!

Verse 3:
When the night comes, and I get sleepy,
I may go and rest, in a natural cavity,
In a nest of leaves, or an old ‘pecker hole,
Oh, this land is MY territory!


Verse 4:
There was some scat once, that tried to stop me,
Like a si-gn painted “Private Property.”
But with my backside, I put my mark down.
This land is MY territory!

Verse 5:
I can use my t-ail, for lots of th-ings,
F-or balance, shade, a rudder for swimming,
It’s also a parachute and my fav’rite bl-ank-ie,
Oh, this land is MY territory!

Verse 6:
My winter n-est, is called a dr-ey,
It’s woven branches, leaves and animal fur,
It’s very comfy, and insu-l-a-tive,
Oh, this land is MY territory!

Verse 7:
If I seek a m-ate, I’ll chase her all day,
She’ll have 2 or 3 babies, in Spring and Summer,
She’ll move to different nests, to keep them safe an’ h-ap-py,
Oh, this land is MY territory!

Verse 8:
When another squirrel, invades my territory,
I bark at him, Que! Que! Que! Que!,
I flick my t-ail, to chase him a-w-a-y,
Oh, this land is MY territory!