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She led the way to the woodpecker's tree, and they listened at the
hole.
Down below there was a noise of nut crackers, and a fat squirrel voice and a thin squirrel voice were singing together—
"My little old man and I fell out, How shall we bring this matter about?
Bring it about as well as you can, And get you gone, you little old man!"