The Campers from Midline Errors by Midline Errors

She packed away our rations and I put them in the car
Granola, soup, a dozen apples and some caviar
Got campwear forest green purchased from L.L. Bean
And faded out of this rural scene

After searching high and low
We found a site on 16th Street
We climbed up on the sidewalk
And placed a pit to cook and heat
In no time pitched our tent with the circulation vent

We spent the night gazing through the neon glow
With mysterious tunes from the subway below
Behold what wonders of nature the buildings high
Spiralling infinitely to the sky
Oh, screw the redwood trees - they can't touch these

In the morning caught a pigeon
And we spun him on the fire
The jungle was alive
With blaring horns and screeching tires
The ritual of hailing cabs, the scent of hot dog stands
Oh, what a beautiful land

Then she put film in the camera
And we hiked ourselves some views
Got great big shots of parking lots
And stands for shining shoes
One snap of me I try to feed this homeless guy

We wanted to especially avoid the midtown park
They say it gets dangerous there after dark
There's hunters in gangs
Searching trouble with eyes red hot
And if you're not careful you'll get yourself shot
So we broke down the camp,
Found the car and made good time
leaving these natural beauties behind
Oh, back to Boringsville where the woods grow still
Time to cut the grass - Oh, what a pain in the ass!

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