On a hot summer’s day
We march that well-trodden way.
Parental warnings to stay away
Do not dissuade us either way.
A matchbox filled with Vaseline
To ensure ashy arms and legs are not seen.
From Willow trees we swing and splash!
In its cool shade we eat our stash.
Oh how we love this river!
It matters not that we now shiver.
On a rock we lay our naked bodies.
Big boys we are without our mommies.
Sun-kissed ripples dance across the water,
Homeward bound we now saunter.
Missing underpants causes a slight concern,
But to this river we shall return.