Work of the Squirrels

International Society. Terrestrial Liberty. Look at my forest, high, high walls. Hide my soul and hear your calls. Multitudes stretch out their hands. Scream and shout and make demands. International society. Terrestrial Liberty. Earth rocks swallows. Up and down the power lines. Communicate my new designs. Food for thought, time to store. For a long, journey to a distant shore. International Society. Terrestrial Liberty. Earth rocks swallows. International society. Terrestrial liberty. International society. Terrestrial Liberty. Earth rocks swallows