Solstice sun it sank beneath the line and the commoners were
drunken upon the hillside.
Or so the story goes, I guess she followed along
so she could watch their games!
Sink beneath the line little girl.
Peak above the shrine them commoners were.
Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
and the crawlers emerged multitudinous!
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just popping a squat!
That's when she felt the squirms.
My underpants!
All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd.
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere!
But instead she combed the outskirts looking inside,
and then she sat upon a bug hill.
This was when things started to get rough.
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways right inside
her 5-0-1 cut-offs and her skin took on a hue
of a chemical unknown to me that's right!
They were biting her beneath the line.
She was a sitting on atop their shrine.
I wish I could've warned her!
She should've worn underpants!
