Oh to sleep under the stars Within four canvas walls; Even though the grass is lumpy There is no greater joy. The sense of adventure is high Especially when trying to cook, Bangers and bacon and beans Taste so much better in the open air. For getting close to nature There is no better way, Spiders and beetles come inside And welcome you to their world. But although I love my freedom I also like home comforts, So a calor gas stove I use And a camp bed keeps me cosy. Some might say I'm cheating But to me it makes good sense, Why rough it when there is no need I'd sooner have a home from home!
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