This song, a companion piece to “The Valley of Falling Pianos” (https://soundcloud.com/kcm069/the-valley-of-falling-pianos), leaves a lot of questions unanswered.
It does not specify, for example, the consequences to a house of having a family of 6 ton squirrels living in the attic, nor does it address the issue of why the Carduchian Squirrels are piano players instead of, for instance, guitar players (it has been theorized that their fingers are too big and stumpy for guitar playing).
There is also the issue that the lyrics to the bridge of the folk-song are, in fact, taken from Lewis Carroll's poem “Jabberwocky”. It is clear case of anticipative plagiarism, the words having been purloined more than two millennia before they were even written.
Lastly: what do the squirrels do with their pianos after they are finished playing them? This question, at least, I can answer - in a supreme fit of enthusiasm they hurl the pianos up into the atmosphere with such force that the instruments disappear from sight, presumably never to return to earth.
Let this track be a warning to you - for if a Carduchian squirrel ever gets into your attic, it is best to turn off the TV and begin to search for alternative living quarters.
Lyrics:
The squirrels of Carduchia are a little known species of mammal that dwell only in the valleys and high plains of the Carduchian Mountains
Like squirrels everywhere, they love to invade the attics and wall spaces of the local houses where they can resolve family differences, hold track meets, have band practices and generally live life to the max.
There is, however, one distinguishing feature of the Carduchian squirrel - they are the size and weight of elephants. In fact, they are elephants. Due to a poorly thought out fostering program they have grown up thinking they are squirrels.
Be that as it may. the Carduchian squirrel can often be found sitting by a blazing campfire, playing the piano and singing the traditional folk songs.
hark to my words, O ye rodents, and prepare
I’ve seen the future, and heard the song of despair
you can fly from the owl, run from the cat
you know where they’ve been and you know where they’re at
but hark to my words, O ye rodents, and prepare
beware the jabberwok my son
the jaws that bite, the claws that catch
avoid the jubjub bird and shun
the frumious bandersnatch
hark to my words, O ye rodents, and prepare
the future approaches, feel the frost in the air
so gather your treasures, hide them away,
beware of the season, the cold endless days
hark to my words, O ye rodents, and prepare
hark to my words, O ye rodents, and prepare
hark to my words, O ye rodents, and beware
