Well, the sun dipped low, and the stars came out,
We gathered ’round the fire, no need to shout.
Marshmallows toasted, guitars in tune,
But the real entertainment came a little too soon.
It’s a campfire symphony, a natural sound,
When the beans kick in, and the air gets round.
From a little squeak to a thunderous roar,
We’re fartin’ ‘round the fire, can’t ask for more!
Uncle Joe started it, blamed it on the dog,
But we all knew better, sittin’ in the fog.
Cousin’ Sue laughed so hard, she fell off her chair,
While Grandpa’s old stories couldn’t compare.
It’s a campfire symphony, a natural sound,
When the beans kick in, and the air gets round.
From a little squeak to a thunderous roar,
We’re fartin’ ‘round the fire, can’t ask for more!
Now some folks sing songs ‘bout love and pain,
But we’re just here to break the chain.
A little methane music, a natural art,
It’s the sound of togetherness, straight from the heart.
The fire’s dyin’ down, but the fun’s still high,
We’re tellin’ fart jokes beneath the big night sky.
The coyotes howl, and the owls reply,
But they can’t compete with our campfire vibe.
It’s a campfire symphony, a natural sound,
When the beans kick in, and the air gets round.
From a little squeak to a thunderous roar,
We’re fartin’ ‘round the fire, can’t ask for more!
So here’s to the moments that make us grin,
When the air gets spicy, and the laughter begins.
It ain’t fancy or classy, but it’s pure delight,
Fartin’ ‘round the fire on a cool summer night!