There are thirteen headless turtles   Hanging on a line   Their severed heads would snap a stick   And break your finger pretty quick   The blood is draining from their necks   And out into the grass   The flies are buzzing all around   A hatchet sticking in the ground      The river looks like chocolate milk   It's foaming at the banks   The snakes come out to sun themselves   You think you've died and gone to hell   I found one in the yard   So I gave it to the dog   She barked and got it by the head   And flung it ¡®round till it was dead   And it's summer here      Out behind the barber shop   The barber's burning hair   He lights it laughing to himself   He knows you can't escape the smell   The smoke is rising from the pile   And out into the town   It stings your eyes and burns your nose   And makes it's way all through your clothes   And it's summer here