(Terza rima)
“Hey, dude. This is pretty gnarly. It’s like, whoa.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s like way awesome, don’t you think?”
“Whoa, dude. I like it, but it’s like, I dunno—
I think maybe I need to have a big drink.
Or maybe I’m just hungry for lots of food.
It’s hard to tell. … Hey, when did your face turn pink?”
“I think you’re a little bit confused there, dude.
If anything, my face is more a purple.
But hey, man, don’t worry. ‘Cause, like, it’s all gooooood.”
“Hold on! Dang it, dude. Nothing rhymes with purple.”
“Hmmm… Whoops.”
*The song never mentions just exactly what the pipers were piping.
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