In woods so green, we pitch our tents with glee,
A band of buds with snacks and drinks in tow.
We spark a joint beneath the leafy spree,
And laughter bursts like fireworks—oh, the show!
The fire crackles, popcorn turns to gold,
Yet we forget where we have stashed the treats;
"I swear the cookies were right here!" screams bold,
While squirrels embark on snacks, as if in fleets.
We roast our marshmallows, the sweet scent adored,
But one explodes and lands on treed-up Dave,
He yelps and dances, feeling quite cornered,
As we all laugh like we’re in a rave.
So here’s to friends and heights that we ascend,
In nature’s grasp, our giggles never end.
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