Song: Rainy Day in Boulder (verse 1)

Written last night in honor of the more hospitable, Northeasterner-friendly weather we're currently enjoying...

It's a rainy day in Boulder,
and we don't know what to do
The rocks are wet, the trails are dead
There's no more hippie food

It's a humid day in Boulder
and everyone is lost
The yoga mats are soaking wet
The tofu's filled with moss

But the prairie dogs are digging holes
in the alleys in the shade
The humans gave them lemons
Now they're plotting lemonade

'Cuz we don't belong in Boulder
It's too pretty, big, and bright
The scenery we're buying up
Won't go down sans a fight.

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