Here on the square
We run circles
In play
Bouncing from bar to bar
And place to place.
Losing ourselves,
We kick our feet
If to say:
“We have nowhere to be
Except for here,
Today.”

After piles of pretzels
And barrels of beer,
We cap our tough day
With a mind clear
Intent on relaxing
After our tough day—
Finding ourselves at Rusty’s
To push our cares away
From our tough day on the square.