Another year at Camp Wiggin,
The Acorn Children are gone.
A new flock of babies have come,
To me, they run.
Well, run they don't,
Hobble and wheeled in, they are.
Their parents nervously wave goodbye,
The children then begin to cry.
Another year at Camp Wiggin has come.
The Painted Rock Children are come.
They spread their loving children joy,
Giving others colored rocks,
Being like the lovely acorn children, only,
Rocks instead of acorns.
We do as the acorn children did,
Experiences as the acorn children experienced,
Climbing mountains,
Swimming and crushes,
Lunches and crafts,
Only this time,
We were the painted rock children.
Turkey the hopper,
He's got no arm's,
He's got burns and burns,
But he loves to play.
Punch the Popper,
He's in a chair,
He's got no legs,
He's always a mess,
But he's a popper,
Always full of energy.
Pepper the spicy man,
The one with all the crushes.
They say he won't live much longer...
But man...
My boys they're always grand.
They're the painted rock children.
Always spreading their love,
Painting rocks for others,
Spreading their joy,
Custom love,
Custom painted rocks,
The custom,
Painted rock children.
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