Solstice sun it sank beneath the line 



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. 

Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine 

And the crawlers emerged multitudious! 

Silly girl she sat upon their doorway 

Just poppin a squat! 

That's when she



Felt the squirms. 

My underpants! 

All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd. 



And then she sat upon a bughill. 

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! 

There's bugs crawling everywhere and shit, 

I can't believe it!"