At camp with the Scouts, They gave us a drink, We thought it was Kool-Aid Because it was pink But the thing that they told us, Would have grossed out a moose, For that good tasting pink drink, Was really bug juice. It looked fresh and fruity, Like tasty Kool-Aid But the bugs that were in it, were murdered with Raid. We drank by the gallons, We drank by the ton, But then the next morning, We all had the runs. Next time you drink bug juice, And a fly drives you mad, He’s just getting even, Because you swallowed his dad.
Tune: On top of Old Smokey