Testo This Terror

I met a squirrel
He had a good name
He had some things to do
He was a brother who
Lost a sister who
He never even knew

People move around and they Move around, and they
Move in circles and squares
I don't like them
They don't have fur
And all they do is stare

This is not the first time
But it's the worst time
This has happened by far
Everyone is trying
Trying to kill me
They say they're not
But they are

This terrorTastes like coffee
Can I have another
Cup
This terror
Tastes like coffee
Can I have another
Cup