Down by the creek
We were ready to speak
Summer was finally here
We had nothing to fear

We were kids
Who liked to call dibs
We wanted the perfect fire
So we can sing like the choir

We went swimming
And everyone was grinning
We had to worries
It was still early

We made s’mores
With the moors
We pitched out tent
Which was full on content

We laid under the stars
Looking for mars
Summer was ours
We were not sour

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