This was written about something that really did happen to me at summer youth camp one year. Actually, I’m rather embarrassed by the whole thing. I’m quite embarrassed by these lyrics, too. But hey, if the Internet isn’t a place to embarrass yourself in front of untold numbers of people, what is it?
(May be used as a song to the tune of “Clementine”)
On a Thursday, not a good day, sat a pond with lots of grime.
There at camp it sat and called me, but I said I would not swim.
Murky waters, beckon for me, but a dry one I will be.
I will stay out of the water, even if it killeth me.
Others played games, some got pushed in, I decided not to try.
I stood by and saw them goof off, calls of fun I would not buy.
People tried to push me pondward, but I wouldn’t play their game.
In a while some were quite angry, I had earned myself some fame.
All my friends tried, I resisted, I did not wish to get wet.
I watched by there was no danger, I just laughed and didn’t fret.
Came a new girl, name of Misty, and with her came 3 new chums.
When I saw them, took to runnin’, I was not as fool as them.
But they got me, picked right up me, though I tried to get away.
Kept on walkin’ to the sick pond, and I thought this was the day.
Tried to reason, tried to fight them, but I could not yet tear loose.
But I knew I had to get free, so I yelled, but with good use.
Then a counselor, heard and saw me, being hauled despite my will.
So he stopped them and I thanked him, and I went away dry still.