It rolls the slopes,
All day long.
It grinds the rails,
To your favourite song.
It flies through the air,
Every single day,
But hey.
That's what it's made for.
The plywood acts as an armour for itself,
To maintain good health,
To keep good shape,
It can take a scrape,
Or 2,
Or 3,
Or 4.
As soon as walk out out the door,
It's going to get a scratch,
It can't be fixed with a patch.
Just remember; put on ya' daps,
And wear your board out before it goes...
SNAP!