Bright Eyez

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,

Or 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.