A Latex Ice Age

what's california?
 with them streams, and their creeks.
 running down, down to the sea.
 ohoh, let me see.
 a latex ice age
 descended the pint-sized children
 and fathers of the land
 though the ice is repulsive to them
 when the winter, it bloody clings
 and the summer, it moves long
 so, hit the road and hit the wrong
 come along: my bait's all right
 make one famous, make next sick
 upon my collar i'll feel your prick
 row the poly with the poly
 i really need you
 because there's HOLEY woods
 and there's holy creeks
 and there's love in the limbs
 and love in the treetops.
 "they will rise to greet occasions."
 they will run from the falling apart
 they will rise from great occasions,
 and they will run from falling apart