1st Camp Out
Winding up the sheet,
I just Couldn't sleep!
Dragged the sheet outside,
Beside the mud puddle,
That I thought was alive!
The railroad tracks right by my side,
Tied a string there,
Then over to a tree.
Just over there.
The sheet kept falling off,
Fell on top of me.
The dark came suddenly,
Beware the Zackerman!
The fear is no fun!
Ran for the house,
Came in,
Quiet as a mouse!
The sheet stayed outside,
I'll check tomorrow,
See if it's alive!
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