There’s a certain Pole named Bob Mavic
Whose walk took a turn toward the tragic.
His stomach was a churnin’
And his mouth was a burnin’
But was saved by a box of Trail Magic.
Fragments and Flashes from Along the Appalachian Trail
Fragments and Flashes from Along the Appalachian Trail
There’s a certain Pole named Bob Mavic
Whose walk took a turn toward the tragic.
His stomach was a churnin’
And his mouth was a burnin’
But was saved by a box of Trail Magic.
