Campfire Song

When fires are burning brightly, And good friends gather nightly Around the cheerful blaze ; The songs they sing are lusty— The tales they tell are gusty And full of camping praise.

But when the fire is smoky, The crowd is cross and poky, And will not be amused ; Then, songs are always flat, And friends begin to spat And feel themselves abused.

With eye-lids red and smarty, They name the campfire party As man has done before ; And go home quoting loudly, With one accord and proudly, The Raven's "never-more."