Pour me a perfect pitcher
Of lemonade or tea
Brewed in the sun.
I’ll go diving in boxers
Or fish with a stick
Because the lake is calling.
Gotta burn off the winter’s
McDonalds, and tan
So I don’t look like a dork.
Come June, California
Will share its rays
And I’ll sway
In a hammock for endlessly sunny days.
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