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An acorn fell down to the ground
     And left its mother tree,
But this was not the end for him,
     As you will quickly see.

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A squirrel, searching for some nuts,
     Soon saw the acorn there.
He carried it in his small mouth
     And buried it with care.

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He knew in winter there’s no food,
     But he’d return again,
And with his acorn buried now
     He ran off down the lane.

    

The acorn slept through winter’s months
     Safe in the snowy ground,
For the squirrel had forgotten it
     With all the nuts he’d found.

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The spring arrived with sunny days
     And grey skies turned to blue,
And from the acorn in the soil,
     A tiny sapling grew.

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Quite undisturbed it slowly grew
     And then became a tree.
The seasons seemed to come and go
     As quickly as could be.

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An oak tree now lived in our world -
     A tree both tall and strong -
And birds now nested in this oak
     And sang their cheerful song.

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The squirrel who had stored the nut
     Had died some years before,
But, thanks to his one tiny deed,
     An oak tree grew for sure.

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