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Under the Boardwalk

It was actually under the wharf head where the river otters, Otto and Olive, had fun “under the boardwalk.”

“She was just here a minute ago,” says Otto. “I can smell her sweet perfume. I believe it’s ‘Tang of Sea Lettuce'” by Otter de la Rent Her. Very expensive stuff. Maybe she ducked in this pool for a dip.”

“Oh there you are, Olive. (Sniff, sniff!) I’ve been searching for you everywhere.”

“Yeah?” says Olive. “Whaddaya want from me, Otto?”

“That’s easy,” sniffs Otto. “Huh! Whaddo I want from you…? Olive you! Hahahaha! Gettit? Huh? Gettit?… OLIVE you!

By Poseidon, you do smell delicious. Come on. Let’s play under the boardwalk!”

(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) We’ll be havin’ some fun
(Under the boardwalk) People walking above
(Under the boardwalk) We’ll be fallin’ in love
(Under the boardwalk — boardwalk!)