Pete Seeger
To everything – turn, turn, turn.
There is a season – turn, turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
There is a season – turn, turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
Now imagine a bunch of zombies who can't seem to decide to stay undead or human,
turning around and around in place,
while singing this song with a goofy look on their faces...
What? I got a weird sense of humor here! neutral
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Imagine a bunch of army grunts marching in formation, and whistling that army marching song that always seems to come to mind when the situation is not serious, or joyous, or rebellious. (BTW, the song is called Colonel Bogey March.)
Now, instead of whistling, the marching grunts are singing it in Squirrelnese (from "The Emperor's New Groove" wink .
Squeaky! Squeaksqueaksqueak, squeak, squeak, squeakity!
Squeaky! Squeaksqueak,
Squeaker! Squeaksqueak,
Squeakin! Squeak-squeakity, squeaky-squeak!