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updated 6/10/02
Copyright 2000 Thomas Farren
I grabbed my slape and retizoo
And headed out to Timbuktu:
The Xackerback was on attack
Eating people as a snack,
Heroes felled and slayers slain
Tears were falling as the rain.
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© 2002 Thomas Farren
Instead of our sight.
To use our vision
To make us think
Something out of the ordinary
Because sometimes it takes
©2002 Thomas Farren
Going camping in the wilderness,
Going hiking in the hills;
Don’t forget my air mattress,
Or my sleeping pills.
Hoping for the trees to shade
And the birds to chirp;
Instead I shivered by the car
As my buddy burped.
Going camping in the wilderness,
Going hiking in the hills;
Nature sided highway lanes
With shrieking brakes so shrill.
Hoping for the trees to shade
And the birds to chirp;
But Chinaman in three piece suit
Played techno for the Earth.
Going camping in the wilderness,
Going hiking in the hills;
NASCAR white smuggled alcohol,
Was drunk off Jethro Tull.
Hoping for the trees to shade
And the birds to chirp;
But the ugly girl gnoodled me
And scared me into church.
Going camping in the wilderness,
Going hiking in the hills;
I think for nature’s peace and quiet
I’ll go sit in corner swills.
Hoping for the trees to shade
And the birds to chirp;
We pitched tents in a sardine can
And pooped in God’s green dearth.
I went camping, I went hiking,
I looked for birds from the south,
But good friends cooked the campfire food
So you could put it in your mouth.