The scout hut that night
was a wonderfull sight
full of folkies all compleat with beer
the kitchen had gone
just one camp stove olone
for coffie and tea for good cheer
the singnig went on till at least half past one
when the party had stated to fail
then Suuffy walked on to his camp bed to sleep
to foreget his consupsion af ail
his bed for the night was on the left you see
of that the is no dought
but when he got there the the camp bed sead no
and spat Suffy streight back out
he flew through the air like a man with no care
then he hit the far wall with a thud
then he dropped down to land
on a lady off hand whoes pitch had beed booked long bfore
a squeak then came out a terible shout
the problem was not hard to see
snuffy the flying folk singer
had landed where he was not alowed

the morrel to this strange story
is that free fralling folies beware
if yoy need to get ito youre camp bed
allways have at least one hand on a chair