Sometimes at camp they're crazy
In daytime boys are lazy
And though their brains are hazy
They like a good dare.
And so they tend to ignore
The signs that they find a bore
And pass right through the gate door
That clearly says "beware."
They climb up to the hilltop
And look around when they stop
To see if any stray cop
Has followed them up there.
They've shoved him in a hamper,
The very youngest camper,
A screamer and a stamper,
Joe's quite easy to scare.
They run away. They're hiding.
Joe peaks out from the siding.
And here slipping and sliding
Comes a grumbly bear.
The poor boy starts to crying.
The campers laugh to dying
For trickery and lying
The joke they all share.
The rain is simply pouring
Upon the grassy flooring.
The joke is getting boring
When lightning cuts the air.
Getting struck by lightning
They say is very frightening
But much like teeth whitening
The chance is very rare.
They say that when it strikes you
The power goes right through
And though it may delight you
You soon will miss your hair.
The bigger boys are shaken
Afraid their life's been taken.
But little Joe's not quakin'.
He screams out "Fair is fair."
The boys are all still livin'
They've asked him for forgivin'
"Only once you've given
Me everything you wear."
Back through the gates they're crawling
Some yelling, some are bawling.
For couselors Joe is calling
To see their bottoms bare.
Sometimes at camp they're crazy
In daytime boys are lazy
And though their brains are hazy
They like a good dare.
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