There is a great place
Thats hard to trace
Some redneck folk call it bethesder
The common people call it bethesda
Where rabits and deer run free
And its legal to be filled with glee
Although the natives are quite hairy
They often go by the name jerry
Everyone shares and is full of clarity
And even the unfortunate critters give to charity
Only out in the wild
Can you find it in your heart to be nice like a child
Everyone can be happy and cared for in this place
And the rocks have smiles upon their face
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