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What do our furry wild friends do at Christmas?
When first we think of Christmas Day,
we think of gifts that come our way,
but then forget the price beasts pay.
They're not so gay, they're not so gay.
Although some creatures hibernate,
some do not make it, they are late.
A cold and icy death, their fate.
We must relate, we must relate.
The deer caught out in winter's snow,
they see it not as rosy glow.
They're struggling to survive, you know.
Oh, that poor doe, oh, that poor doe.
A bunny in the snow so deep,
he finds it hard to walk or leap,
with snow all piled in such a heap.
We should all weep, we should all weep.
We put a feeder for song bird;
so that his plight is not unheard
and thus his death is not incurred.
Wish more were stirred, wish more were stirred.
The squirrel has no stockings hung
and she no Christmas songs has sung,
while striving to maintain her young.
To life has clung, to life has clung.
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