At camp with the Boy Scouts
They gave us a drink.
We thought it was Kool-Aid,
Because it was pink.
But the thing that they told us
Would've grossed out a moose,
For that great tasting pink drink
was really bug juice.
It looked fresh and fruity,
Like tasty Kool-Aid,
But the bugs that were in it
Were murdered with RAID!
We drank it by gallons;
We drank it by tons.
And the next morning,
We all had the runs!
So the next time you drink bug juice,
And a fly drives you mad,
He's just getting even,
'Cause you swallowed his dad.