 Well, we crept up to the water and we seen the girls a-swimmin'. There must have been a hundred of them, pretty young women. They looked so fine, even Birch forgot to sing. We laid down in the poison oak and didn't say a thing. We're the boys from Camp Cucamonga. Our mother sent us here for the steady nature's ways. We learned to make sparks by rubbing sticks together. But if we catch the girls, then we'll set the woods ablaze. Hey, will one of you fellas scratch my back?