The Spit

These are some ducks. P and I went to the Dalles and Hood River. Hood River has this place called the Spit. It was really muddy, and we created a song about it.
The Spit the spit, this weird tree is by it!
The spit, the spit, there's yellow leaves near it.
The spit, the spit, this is the parking lot for it.
The spit, the spit, the dog got all muddy from it. There were many verses, and many had rhyming words other than "it," but whateva. You had to be there.


dcal* said...

sounds fun! i want to come for a spring visit...when does it stop raining?

John said...

mid july