Little Chipmunk, Do You Know All You Mean To Me? - She And I And Long Ago, And You There In The Tree; With That Nut Between Your Paws, Half-Way To Your Twittering Jaws, Jaunty With Your Strip'D Coat, Puffing Out Your Furry Throat, Eyes Like Some Big Polished Seed, Plumed Tail Curved Like Half A Lyre . . . We Pretended Not To Heed - You, As Though You Would Inquire "Can I Trust Them?" . . . Then A Jerk, And You'd Skipped Three Branches Higher, Jaws Again At Work; Like A Little Clock-Work Elf, With All The Forest To Itself. She Was Very Fair To See, She Was All The World To Me, She Has Gone Whole Worlds Away; Yet It Seems As Though To-Day, Chipmunk, I Can Hear Her Say; "Get That Chipmunk, Dear, For Me - - " Chipmunk, You Can Never Know All She Was To Me. That's All - It Was Long Ago.