What Earl did to squirrels wasn't cute.
He loved to find big juicy ones to shoot.
He was the best squirrel hunter he would boast.
He loved them fried and also when they were roast.
Some might consider Earl cruel and one who couldn't feel.
But he just couldn't resist a tasty squirrel meal.

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