Ode to the 4:20 Rites

At four-twenty, my friends, it’s time to prepare,

To light up a joint, or perhaps take a puff, With snacks by my side, I’m ready to share.

We gather together without any care,

With munchies aplenty, oh man, it's a bluff! At four-twenty, my friends, it’s time to prepare.

The clock strikes the hour, we giggle and stare,

As we pass ‘round the pipe, “No, that’s too rough!” With snacks by my side, I’m ready to share.

The cat joins the circle, we’re giving a scare,

He eyes all the goodies, but guess he's too tough. At four-twenty, my friends, it’s time to prepare.

We ponder the universe, solve life’s great despair,

But can’t find the chips—man, we’ve baked them enough. With snacks by my side, I’m ready to share.

Then the countdown will echo, “Oh, don’t you dare!”

As we raise up our lighters, no one’s had enough. At four-twenty, my friends, it’s time to prepare, With snacks by my side, I’m ready to share.