The Picnic

If you go down in the woods today
You better not take your daughter
If she sees what’s in the woods today
She won’t behave like she oughter 
There’s hairy chests and half-naked guys
And lumberjacks with iron-hard thighs
Today’s the day the woodcutters have their picnic
Picnic time for chopping boys
They bring along their toys
Of every shape and size
See them get their choppers out
They wave the things about
The biggest one gets a prize
But when it’s six o’clock their mummies and daddies will take them home to bed 
Because they’re wilting before our eyes

©️jj 2018

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