To the tune of "There's a Long Long Trail A-Winding"

There's a long long worm a-crawling
Across the roof of my tent
I can the bugle calling
So it's time I went
There's the cold cold water waiting
For me to have my morning dip
When I returned
I found that worm
Upon my pillow sip

That worm it kept on crawling
Throughout the heat of the day
Round and round the tent pole
And it would not go away
There's the warm warm water waiting
For me to have my evening wash
As I lay my head
Down on my pillow
That worm it went SQUISH SQUASH

DC