The smell of a camp fire,
In a van they had for hire,
Was how they travelled.
Everywhere they went;
Their money almost spent,
Not as far as meant,
They used their better judgement.
Then on a dark night,
In a forest of pine!
They saw some eyes looking,
To see just who be?
They cautiously went in,
Too soon!
Out came a racoon!
To say hello!
Yet they were too yellow!
So it stayed for a drink;
Perhaps just to think!
Then gave them a wink,
To say what do you think?
Yet too slow to reply,
Then they were away!
Never to say,
What they saw that day!