When I'm outside, I like to ride. When I'm on the bus, I like to rush. When I'm in bed, I rest my head. But he hit his head and is dead. Jed died, And Ted cried.
New things start to grow, like trees, While sitting under to one in a cool breeze.
There's nothing better on a bright summer day, Then to go to King's Island and waste time away. And sitting in chairs with flies on all sides, Just can't compete with going on rides. And Cedar Point's Wildcat always will beat, Planting carrots, cabbage, lettuce, or beet. The wonderful thing about parks is the fun, of having a good time in the warm summer sun.