by Patriot Peanut

You want a peanut? Silly thing?
Then you will do my bidding
You will leave this forest now
And I ain t just kidding.

For many years you ve tortured me
Invaded all my dreams
And turned them into nightmares
With your accursed schemes!

I know you want my bag of nuts
I see it in your eyes
Foul creature, you must go away
And cease the evil lies.

The hard line now is drawn, my friend
If I may use that term.
For you re no better in my eyes
Than a streptococcus germ!

I now cleanse this sacred space
And banish all your pals.
Your rat friends, mice and gerbils,
Squirrel children, men, and gals.