Those were hot days of shrinking skirts
And wet nights of sticky stains,
That quickly quickly burst up into
Summer F.L.A.M.E.S. of hide and seek.
Suddenly-tall girls of good repute
Had started stealing hearts from us.
And stuffing them into brassieres,
Were forcing us to stare at them:
Intent, from one bulge to the next,
Seeking our hidden pumping organ.