Summer and Tinkles,
friends with each other.
Living in Never Past Bedtime Land.
No kitchen sink-les.
No little brother.
Going to raves and waving our hands.
Summer and Tinkles,
friends to the end.
Group text the whole crew,
my mother------- friends.
Ketchup to the salt,
salt to the fry.
"T" to the "Inkle"
with a Capital "I".
Summer: Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!