From Camp Riamo,
Out of my tent flap looking in the night, I can see the flashlights burning bright.
Noisily go the campers to the john, and the councillors too go yelling on
Campers! I would like to go with you, I would like to torture counsillors too.
Campers, are there pitchforks in your tent? Do you fight with counsillors old and bent.