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It all started with two kids 
Getting it for what they did 
Scripted it as taking it one step further from the flirty pass 
A teen camper and his lass 
All of a sudden rich Cunningham was making box office cash 
In the original serving there was bacon 
And a campground for the taken 
One by one these social working types 
Had to put up a fight 
And when they suddenly disappeared 
Movie audiences felt the fear 
Watching casting talents get a start 
Donating clothing and time for the part 
Joining the filmmaking entourage a Broadway star 
Probably a regular at a great white way bar 
Her character lurked in the dark 
Off camera setting the mark 
A vengeful Mother 
Attacking a group in the company of others 
Claiming her boy drowned 
While no counselors were around 
And Friday the 13th was his birthday 
Written dialogue did say 
It has been said 
She lost her head 
No one knows where the Father lies 
Wondering if he hears the young boy’s cries 
In this major studio driven franchise 
There has been many telling’s since the first 
About Crystal Lake recreation area that was cursed 
Sitting by the camp fire 
Listening intently not getting tired 
A story were a Mother is scorned 
And a legend was born 
This is no pond 
Where Waldon was calm 
Forty years ago Friday the 13th was shown
Cabin dwellers in the woods all alone 
Do not worry 
If Mommy and Jason are buried 
One signature and in hurry 
A new spin 
Told over backpacking style dining ware tin
Will keep this story going 
Like a crew passing time while doing the rowing 
It is all right 
To create this setting to give everyone a fright 
Using a Mother’s guilt 
And her son who in death has an indestructible built  
Mommy’s ghost is out there 
Haunting ready to scare 
It could all be in one’s mind 
Especially if it fits the proper slasher running time
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