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One time when I was growin' upit was when I was a kidthere was nothin' to do at homeso I called up one of my friends and said, "let's pack us a box lunchand go down to the Nishnabotnaand go swimmingand maybe look for some toads"my friend said he thought that's a good idea'cos he didn't have nothin' to do eitherand he was out of toadsSo we packed up our box lunchesand we started out a-walkin'and we come to a big iron bridge which was five miles from townwhere we observed a big sign which says, "West Nishnabotna"I says, "this here's the placeand, now if we could just find some toadsand go for a good swim we could have fun all daydoin' nothin', just loafin' around in the crick"We jumped into that dirty waterand I thought we might be able to swim in itbut we quickly discovered that we could not even begin to dog paddle in itbecause right where we wasthe Nishnabotna was only 4 1/2 inches deepLetras de cancionesso we wound up a-crawlin' alongdown on all fours in it through the mud and beer cansand yucky things and old pieces of carsWe went past a bunch of fendersand a couple of Plymouth hubcapsand we come to a place where we thought there might be some toadswhen we was surprised by a farmer who told usto get on out of there and never come backor he'd call up the sheriffand have us put into jail for the rest of our natural born liveswith nothin' to eat but bread and waterso we'd starveBut time passes by real quickly when you're having funso we ran through the fenders and the mud to the bridge againbut when we got back there, we sadly discovered that the sun had been out and our backs was all so blistered so badwe had to lay flat on our bellies for two weeks in bedwhich made us sick to our stomachsand we didn't care about nothin' anymoreIt just ain't too good for your liversto go swimmin' in that riveryou can get cut up pretty bad in thereand there ain't too many toadsthere's nothin' but mud in thereand there's all kinds of crudand it's layin' all over the placeso you better watch outIf you wanna get sickjust go crawlin' around in that crickthere's a lot of bad things that can happen to youNo, it ain't good for your liverto hunt toads in that riverthe West Nishnabotnais the creek of my childhood From Letras Mania