
We race up mountains
sweating hard to get a high;
driving’s not for all.

We race up mountains
sweating hard to get a high;
driving’s not for all.

As the old goes out
our world makes way for the new
summer will pass, too

Thick suit of armour
oak bark wearing week-old moss
faces axe bearers

Summer in the south
Christmas and new year parties
even the bees feast

Handcuffed together
hydrangea in summertime,
there are no loopholes