Sung to the old nursery rhyme:
Sing a song of Hammocking a tarp hung with triptease
Four and twenty blackbirds hanging from the trees
When the blackbirds opened the ground dweller had to cry
Oh why set such a comfy bed out before my eye?
The Grounder was in his bumpy tent counting every rock,
his girlfriend in the vestibule drying out her sock
The hikers on the trail that came upon the sight
had to have a blackbird before the end of night!