A Camper's Worst Fears

Raindrops on Cub Scouts and wet smelly gym socks.
Tents dark and crowded and sleeping on sharp rocks.
Small biting insects that my in my ears;
These are a few of a camper's worst fears.

Chorus:
When the food stinks, and my back kinks,
And my patience has run dry,
I simply remember my snug bed at home
And, then I begin ..... to cry!

Running to catch up, I fall down the hillside.
Piles of wet laundry that smells like a skunk died.
Listenin' to night sounds that no-one else hears.
These are a few of a camper's worst fears.

Pond scum and algae in my swimming hole
Hot tempers flaring and fights in the cold.
Blisters and rashes for me and my peers.
These are a few of a camper's worst fears.

Repeat Chorus

(lyrics copyrighted 1994 by Clare Mansfield, GWRC)