Kamp Krusty Song

Kinder: Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty
By the shores of Big Snake Lake.
Though your swings are rusty
We know they'll never break.

Kearney: Louder! Faster!

Kinder: From your gleaming mess hall
To your hallowed baseball field
Your spic n' span infirmary
Where all our wounds are healed.
Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty
Below Mount Avalanche.
We will always love Kamp Krusty
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Krise im Kamp Krusty

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