Bug Juice

to the tune of “On Top of Old Smokey”


At camp with the ___,
They gave us a drink.
We thought it was Koolaid
Because it was pink.

But the thing that they told us
Would have grossed out a moose,
For that good tasting pink drink
Was really bug juice.

It looked fresh and fruity,
Like tasty Koolaid,
But the bugs that were in it
Were murdered with Raid.

We drank by the gallons,
We drank by the tons,
But then the next morning,
We all had the runs.

Next time you drink bug juice
And a fly drives you mad,
He’s just getting even,
‘Cause you swallowed his dad.