SKEETER-EATERI woke up Sunday morning, I looked up on the wall.
The skeeters and the bedbugs were playing a game of ball.
The score was six to nothing, the skeeters were ahead
A bedbug hit a homerun and knocked me out of bed.
Singin’ eenie meenie mynie and a mo, Chickaboomba
Catch a skeeter-eater by the toe, Chickaboomba,
And if he holler-oller-ollers, better let him go
Singin’ eenie meenie mynie and a mo
I went downstairs to breakfast, I ordered ham and eggs.
I ate so many pickles, the juice ran down my legs.
I went back to my bedroom, to see what was the score.
A bedbug hit a homerun and knocked me out the door.
My mother is a Russian, my father is a spy.
And if you don’t believe me, just ask the FBI.
I went into my closet, to find my favorite suit
A bedbug put my shoe on and gave my rear a boot.
My brother is a baby, my sister is a boob.
The bedbugs are all heroes, I watch ‘em on the tube.
The Camp Leader is wonderful, he never tells a lie.
She said we’d better say that or she’ll hit us in the eye.
And the video my mom and I made of the song didn't work out, so I re-sang it and recorded it for Tiffany's benefit:
I'm also doing this for my friend Shelly, who is camp director this year for her ward. :)
Tiffany and I are Achievement Day leaders, and we're thinking of having a faux campout in her backyard with her fire pit. We can have foil dinners, roast marshmallows, sing weird campfire songs, and play campfire games. Obviously, this won't happen for a few months. We have our mandatory 3-month Windy Time around here, where winds are routinely 40 mph. But when those die down, it's Weird Camp Song time.