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Put the pork-n-beans
in a big garbage can
Let the kiddies run wild
til lunchtime, 
then try to reign ‘em in
Make the little bed-wetting buggers
play White castle in the sand
Find out who clogged the shower drain
and stopped up the toilet again
The Camp counselor
is looking a little addled,
even more so today
His bungling staff
let another 
golden goose opportunity get away
Parents with good money
were willing to pay
extra, to keep their rowdy kids
on an extended two-week stay
But nobody was around answering the phone,
everybody was hammock gone
At Camp Run Amok,
everything is run wrong
Bugle reverie is at five in the morn,
but the cock don’t even crow 
at the crack of dawn
Steve and Kelly,
Jared and Sebastian
A most inept staff crew,
who don’t get nothing done
Didn’t put up no transparent policy tents,
too stringent on the press pool rules
Mischief behavior gets praised, no denouncement
They don’t mind being treated like fools
The boss sneaks off every weekend,
tweeting dumb stuff on his cell phone
Today, he was bragging
how he don’t pay taxes like Al Capone
The bad punk rep of Camp Run Amok:
common sense ran home ... 
now everything is ran wrong
Welcome to Camp Run Amok,
where everything is in disorderly disarray
The Camp counselor likes it chaotic that way;
with kids running things, having the last say

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