The Skyway was a far sight
People were riding on bikes
While we were walking in the sunlight
Feeling quite alright
We made it to the rocks
Almost, at the dock.
Some called it boardwalk
I leapt out and said,
“How far must we walk?"
Mr. Cohen exclaimed,
“Not so far”
I was blamed
And it was bizarre
For I was waiting at the car
Written by Nathan Fitzgerald
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