Every rural neighborhood that has water develops one of these. On a hot summer day you can find half the local population hanging out here. The other half have their own pool…but that’s another story.
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Grab your line,
Grab your pole
We’re headed down
For the old swimmin’hole.
Don’t matter if you’re young,
Don’t matter if you’re old,
You can have fun
At the old swimmin’ hole.
Gramma rests
In the willow shade
Down in the shallows
The babies play.
Middlin’s catchin’
A mess o’ tadpoles
Junior’s headed upstream
With his fishing pole.
Catch a load now
Of Sister Sue…
That’s a pretty a dive
As any can do.
Larry and Terry
And the Smith twins
Got their inner tubes,
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Get out the picnic basket
Pour ice tea and lemonade
We’ll nap after lunch
In the willows shade.
When the sun’s climbing high
And the air’s scorching hot
The old swimmin’ hole
Is the best kind of spot.
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