Who wants to beat this heat?
Let’s do something neat.
Let’s go to Hippie Hollow, that would be a treat.
We can run around al fresco on our naked little feet.
That would be a treat.
We could meet and greet with the nudist elite
and make some wise cracks then beat a hasty retreat.
We could frolic and fumble and pack a picnic to eat.
Sean Palmer can’t eat wheat.
And we could be gamete replete.
That would be a treat?
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