Tent

Toasted marshmallows in the flames
Ghost stories and monsters that know your name
Stars that light way your way to bed
In a snug little tent to lay your head

My son is going on his first campout
With dad and his friends and without
His mum to tuck him in at night
Or his little brother to give him a fright

They’re leaving on the 7th of November
I’d like it to be a weekend to remember
The thing is my money has already been spent
And I don’t have the cash to buy him a tent

If you have one I could borrow
You would save a small boy from irreparable sorrow
And earn my eternal gratitude
And a bottle of something nice (or two!)