Camping

The fire burns

The tents are set

And night has come upon us

But few have gone to sleep

Snipe hunting, capture the flag, cow tipping abound

The wonders all around us

What shall we do?

We stole an alien and called it Steve

It's green and dressed in blue

We're sure it worked in Wal-mart

We hunt the snipe and scare the littles

It's not our fault if their dreams are filled

With sharp teeth and claws and glowing red eyes

The fire burns

The tents are set

And night has come upon us

But few have gone to sleep