Their little feet go pitter patter
Where they run they do not matter

On my rooftop they do play
Sleep all night, play all day

Back and forth, they do run
on my rooftop having fun

What fun their doing I don't know
Even in the pure white snow

I often wonder how it would be
If I were them and they were me

Would I have fun the way they do
Dancing on the rooftop too

Would I scamper all around
Picking nuts from off the ground

Would I jump from tree to tree
What a life a squirrel's must be