Can you see the Wicker Man
Who turns straw into mud
Stick around and watch him burn
Or drive like hell through crud
Don't hesitate at the next mud bog
Or you'll be lost when stuck
Just like when the forest burns
Keep moving and good luck
"We've decided not to kill you"
As you slink along back home
The natives would be restless
Lahaina fire must burn alone
Either next time stay away
Or drive a lifted pickup truck
Good thing the world was watching
You're a bunch of lucky ducks
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