Me and Jim and Henry and his older brother Zeke
As kids would go a-camping down along the creek.
We’d eat more beanie weenies than four boys should hold
And play as though we’re searching for some pirate’s gold.
                   
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Now me and Jim and Henry thought the fun was great
But Zeke would always leave before it got too late.
He’d jump upon his bike and pedal in toward town
And not come back till once the evening sun went down.
                          
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Every time we camped the story was the same.
Zeke would eat his supper but when the time came
He’d hop on that old bicycle and down the road he’d go
To somewhere me and Jim and Henry did not know.
                         
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Zeke was fifteen and I suppose he thought
He was too old for us and that he ought
To spread his wings a little like an older kid
But he sure missed out on all the things we did.
                        
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Well, as it turned out, Zeke was having lots of fun
With that new girl whose dad had a big shotgun.
Zeke didn’t have to leave the camp and all our fun
But he did have to get married.  That’s how things were done.