Bug Juice

(to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey")

At camp with the (name of your unit here) Guides,

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.