“My sweet little rodent, let’s go for a whirl!”
an eager young male makes a pitch to his girl.
“There’s Spring in the air, and it’s time for Romance!
My Dearest, my Nutkin, let’s join in the dance!”
There’s Spring in the air, and the squirrels go mad.
A good time is sought, and a good time is had.
There’s chasing, there’s fighting. The wild oats are sowed.
And dead squirrels lie strewn by the side of the road.
The moral? When Spring is at last in the air
and juices are stirring, you’d better take care.
Beware, lest Love’s madness should drive you too far,
and Ecstasy lead to the wheels of a car!