T’was the last night of fun,
Which those teens would recall,
The setting of the sun,
A new life in the fall.

New people she met
Her world seemed all right.
Just one last ‘hurrah’
At the end of the night.

“We’ll go see the lighthouse,
We’ll walk on the beach”
They drove out of sight,
She’s no longer in reach…

A parent’s worst nightmare,
A trip into hell,
The Dutchmen are thinking,
A story to tell.

From the Vandersloot house
There arose such a clatter
Paul couldn’t stop sweating
He KNEW what was the matter!

When what to his wondering eyes did appear
A van full of rebels,
“Oh $h*t, they’re here!!”

From the top of the landfill
To the bottom of the sea
“Pretend that we’re searching,
Then charge them a fee.”

Joran sits alone,
in a jail for the summer
He cries to the judge
"why my life such a bummer?"

"so sorry" says Judge,
“for all of your strife.”
“Now fly off to Holland,
get on with your life!

Joran speaks on camera,
He has nothing to fear.
He talks all he wants,
His Daddy is near!

Karin Jannsen is dim,
Gives blondes a bad name
Won’t talk to Beth,
Gives Aruba much shame.

“We do not search houses,
That’s the cowboy way,
But if you are a black man,
Well, then it’s OK.”

Arlene has a fit
for the boycott we’re seeking.
You can’t produce Natalee,
So stop your shrieking!!

Chief Dompig announces
who is to blame
Through ‘Vanity Fair’,
he calls them by name,

It’s Beth and it’s Greta,and it’s Robin and Dave,
Remember,we have our tourism to save.

It’s Phil, and Jamie, and that Nancy Grace,
You know how we hate having her in our face!
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