C-A-M-P-F-Y ah never mind

We were sitting at a campfire with smoke blowing in our face

It keeps us gross, goes in our nose, blows all over the place

It's cold, we're shivering, the fire not so warm

Take one step back, you'll get eaten up by ants in a swarm

The sparks are flying and people are shrieking as they glow right past their ears

And the shrieking continues as the smoke envelopes and that's all there is to hear

We tell lame jokes and no ghost stories, excitement level: none

There's just a few lame ones such as a man who farts and a panda in a bar with a gun

This sounds dreadful, horribly miserable, unlikable and crazy

But with the company, her sitting on my left, it was really quite amazing