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RETURN TO CAMP GRENADA Allan Sherman Hello muddah, hello faddah I am back at Camp Grenada And I'm writing you this letter Just to say my compound fracture's getting better Noone here knows where my trunk is And my bunk is where the skunk is But the food here is improving 'Cause the little black things in it are not moving Our camp nurse is quite a swimmer She says swimming makes you slimmer Her name's Mrs. Pellagrini Have you ever seen a whale in a bikini? All our bathrooms have such thin doors Gee I'd wish they'd move them indoors We're all tired of mother goose here So next Friday night they're having Lenny Bruce here Let me stay, oh muddah, faddah let me stay I love Grenada every night the campfire's really keen Oh ma please send some unguintine Let me stay, up here in muddah nature's land And tiptoe through the tulips grand To leave would be a shame Besides, I'd miss the poker game Please don't worry, faddah, muddah I'll take care of little brudda He plays ball here and he rows here And I hope they teach him how to blow his nose here He wakes up half past six hand Goes directly to the quicksand He was lonely, now he's better He's like all of us except his bed is wetter (Contributed by RumandCocaCola44 - February 2006)

    


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