It's Summer Here

 There are 13 headless turtles
 Hanging on a line
 Their severed heads will snap a stick
 And break your finger pretty quick
 The blood is draining from their necks
 And out into the grass
 The flies are buzzing all around
 A hatchet sticking in the ground

 The river looks like chocolate milk
 It's foaming at the banks
 The snakes come out to sun themselves
 You think you've died and gone to hell
 I found one in the yard today
 So I gave it to the dog
 She barked and got it by the head
 And flung it 'round till it was dead
 And it's summer here

 Out behind the barber shop
 The barber's burning hair
 He lights it laughing to himself
 He knows you can't escape the smell
 The smoke is rising from the pile
 And out into the town
 It stings your eyes and burns your nose
 And makes it's way all through your clothes
 And it's summer here.