| Once a little acorn fell from a tree
Fell from a tree, fell from a tree
And there it lay as quiet as could be
Under the old oak tree.
A squirrel lived in the middle of the wood
He liked to nibble acorns as often as he could
Under the old oak tree.
Under the old oak tree.
The leaves all russtle and the branches sway
Rabbits hop and squirrels play
And there we like to sit all day
Under the old oak tree.
Along came the squirrel and he sniffed all around
He said, “I think there’s an acorn waiting to be found
Under the old oak tree.“
The squirrel took the acorn to a secret place
He covered it with leaves so you couldn’t see a trace
Under the old oak tree.
Under the old oak tree.
The leaves all rustle and the branches sway
Rabbits hop and squirrels play
And there we like to sit all day
Under the old oak tree.
Now winter came and the winds did roar
The time when squirrels go to sleep
They find a hole or a hollow tree
And into the shelter gently creep
Right through Christmas, January
They dream their dreams without a care
But then they wake on a frosty day
And rub their tummies in a hungy way
And dream of an acorn hidden somewhere.
So off went the squirrel with food on his mind
He looked for the acorn but nothing could he find
Under the old oak tree.
So soon the little acorn grew a little root
And up from the ground it threw a little shoot
Under the old oak tree.
If you come back in a very long time
There’s be another oak tree there for you to climb
Under the old oak tree.
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