A long trailer In a sombre forest Two young boys creep Through a long corridor
One blond and fair The other is sometimes mistaken For an immigrant from India
The floor is sticky and smells From spilt pink lemondae
****** Doo cries out from the TV "Jeepers Creepers it's the Creeper!" The two boys watch wide eyed ******'s antics and Shaggy's Immense appetite
They giggle and scream In delight As a ghostly axe misses ****** By a hair
The movie is over and it's time to go It's dark out, scarily dark They laugh nervously But jump into the large truck
Both clad in the trappings Of young explorers: ***** sweat pants T shirts with wolves Hair bleached by the sun Skin dark and freckled Finger nails ***** from building forts And muddy shoes from testing If river banks are as solid as they look.