the phrase "the laughter of squirrels" made me die of laughter earlier today, so i googled it. and who knew, there's a poem. about squirrels laughing. or a quote. or at the very least words strung together. i submit to you george arnold:

O sweet September, thy first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, the cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring and promise of exceeding joy hereafter.

beautiful.

and forrest stump:

you're welcome. again.