About this song
A song for Chatterfang, Squirrel General, the little commander everyone underestimates, right up until the cute little army doubles, and doubles again, and answers from under the floor. Every acorn is a soldier asleep.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] You saw a little fellow and you laughed out loud Just a twitch in the branches, just a nut and a frown So you tipped your big boots and you carried on through You were counting your gold, I was counting on you [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause one shook a branch and the branch woke ten And the ten dug a hundred out the hollow again You can stamp on a few, friend, but you'll never stamp all Put your ear to the ground, hear the leaves start to call [Chorus] So count 'em again, there's always one more One is a joke, but a thousand is war Down in the briar, down under your floor We were never the harvest, we were keeping the score Count 'em again [Verse 2] I don't carry a banner, I don't sit on a throne I spend what I gather and I plant what I'm owed Every acorn I bury is a soldier asleep And the soft forest floor is a promise you'll keep [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause one becomes two and the two become four And the cute little army's at your cellar door You laughed at the small, now the small's all you see Underestimate once, that's a debt to the trees [Chorus] So count 'em again, there's always one more One is a joke, but a thousand is war Down in the briar, down under your floor We were never the harvest, we were keeping the score Count 'em again [Bridge] Go on and burn the field, go on and salt the seed Cut down a dozen of mine, you have hardly begun For I am the patient kind, I am the quiet kind And I've a hundred to send, and a hundred behind And a hundred behind, and a hundred behind [Final Chorus] So count 'em again, there's always one more One was a joke, now a thousand's at war Up from the briar, up through your floor We were never the harvest, we were keeping the score Count 'em again (you missed one) [Outro] Count 'em again
