Burl Ives - The Squirrel lyrics

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)