(with *starred* onomatopoeia)

Say you visit ol’ Camp Shakey
Trees ‘n mountains flood yer sight
After *pitchin’* tent with stakey
Quick you realize yer sad plight
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You ain’t got no eggs ‘n bakey!
And yer starvin’ fer a bite
*gurgle* *growl* stomach achy
Day *slips* past, fast comes the night
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*Sizzlin’* *poppin’* eggs n’ bakey
Makes you *sniff* with true delight
Then you wake ‘n see t’was fakey
T’was a *snoozin’* dream of night!
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But yer famished so you takey
A brief rest from sleepin’ tight
*Scroungin’* round, the twigs go *breaky*
‘Neath you, as you strain yer sight
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Browsin’ like a duck or drakey
Hopin’ fer a *snack* so slight
*slitherin’* *hissin’* poison *snakey*
Makes you *screech* with scaredy fright
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Soon you *chop* ‘n pot ol’ *snakey*
Boil ‘im till the mornin’ light
Time for breakfast! wakey wakey
*sip* – *slurp* – *crunch*; it tastes jes’ right!
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While it weren’t no eggs ‘n bakey
(Yikes! it made yer face turn white)
Thirst ‘n hunger it did slakey
*Smack* yer lips; delicious? Quite!
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Don’t fergit this trip, t’will makey
Quite a tale some summer night
Tell it with yer voice all quakey
Then *guffaw* with all yer might!