Little squirrel jump, jump, jump, The twig crunched and looked somewhere to the side to the right, Autumn is over and summer ended a long time ago, And she remembers the cold winter in the forest, the trees stand bare, they are warm at home, she is free from morning to night, Hunger just doesn’t give me rest, so she remembers how she flies through the treetops in summer and autumn, She'll rummage here and maybe she'll bury some supplies there.