The temperature is up high
The sun is beating down
The heat reflects off the buildings
So it's stifling in the town
Flowing dresses are the fashion
A pretty sight for all to see
While for the men the style is shorts
The length is to the knee
As for me, it's full length jeans
That I choose to wear
Showing off my bare legs
Is something I will not dare
Last time they were on display
A dog kept barking at me
As they are so skinny, he thought
They were his bones for tea.
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