There are thirteen headless turtles

Hanging on a line

Their severed heads would snap a stick

And break your finger pretty quick

The blood is draining from their necks

And out into the grass

The flies are buzzing all around

A hatchet sticking in the ground



The river looks like chocolate milk

It's foaming at the banks

The snakes come out to sun themselves

You think you've died and gone to hell

I found one in the yard

So i gave it to the dog

She barked and got it by the head

And flung it ¡®round till it was dead

And it's summer here



Out behind the barber shop

The barber's burning hair

He lights it laughing to himself

He knows you can't escape the smell

The smoke is rising from the pile

And out into the town

It stings your eyes and burns your nose

And makes it's way all through your clothes

And it's summer here


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