Storming the fake castle
Through the morning mist
We spy the wooden bastion
Ducking and sneaking through the trees
Each of us knows their mission
Two to the gate, three to the wall
The other five in our tunnel
We wait for the order
And hide from a guard in flannel
We hear the call
We breach with no defense
We regroup in the courtyard, puzzled and perplexed
And then they spring the trap for our demise
One after another we all call out
And by the end of the day
We are exhausted and laughing
That was my favorite day last may.
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Early in the morn and barely out of bed
We hop on the boat and take to the sea
We cast our lines and start to wait
And find that our guide looks like Ron White
Across the waves and through the rolls
We catch many a fish but only one awesome to behold
I reeled him in after quite some time
He jumped and thrashed but Ron pulled him on board
The Dramamine starts to kick in
Time to turn back and head for shore
