The Cubs Den

There’s a place that I can only visit in my mind

to get there, I travel back in time

Where PF Flyers were all the rage

And long hot summers filled my days

You’er invited, I’ll be your escort

to our clubhouse under grandma’s porch

It was just us neighborhood kids that created our new digs

We laughed and played and came of age

under grandma’s porch

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