except for when it's 6:30
now it's seven. it's a full moon
every week, the tide is always
high my oh my how time flies
south for the winter when
you're having fun timecrawls
back for more when the fun is done
you can rely on the sun in the sky
the wind in the air bless your punk rock hair
onions make me cry, pepper makes me sneeze
outer space makes me dizzy,
kitties give me fleas
and the fun is almost done