(Verse 1) It started one morning, quiet and still, Kevin was gaming, ignoring the hill. Then BOOM, the door flew off the track — Miles yelled, “Adventure!” with a canvas pack. He duct-taped Kevin to a folding chair, Threw him in the truck without a care. “We're going off-grid — no screens, no spam, This is Miles’ Extreme Camping Boot Camp!” (Chorus) 🎵 Welcome to the wild where the toilets don’t flush, Where the bugs bite back and the squirrels ain’t plush. Kevin cried out, “I want to go home!” But Miles said, “Here, we build with stone!” He gave him a compass and a dented old pan — Kevin held both wrong and ran from a fan. It’s hard out here with no Wi-Fi band, But it’s all part of Miles’ camping plan. 🎵 (Verse 2) Day one: Kevin tried to pitch a tent, Tied himself in knots — poles slightly bent. Tried to make fire but he just made smoke, Burned his hot dogs and coughed like a joke. Day three: got lost for seven straight hours, Yelled at a tree and declared it had powers. Used bug spray as sunscreen, socks on his hands, Miles just laughed, “He’s learning the lands!” (Chorus) 🎵 Welcome to the woods where your snacks attract bears, Where your map’s upside down and nobody cares. Kevin tripped face-first in some mud, Declared, “I miss plumbing and energy suds!” But he started to smile at the stars each night, Even if he still couldn’t read “left” from “right.” Something was changing, as strange as it seems — Maybe he liked this life of streams. 🎵 (Bridge) By week two, he could kinda chop wood, Still burned his food, but his knots? Pretty good. He laughed when he fell, didn’t whine at the bugs, And even gave Miles a couple of hugs. They sat by the fire, no screens in sight, Kevin said softly, “Alright… this feels right.” He still held his compass upside down, But smiled like a king, no longer a clown. (Final Chorus) 🎵 Welcome to the camp where the strong survive, Where you learn to live, not just to “arrive.” Kevin came broken, duct-taped and grim, Now he roasts marshmallows on a tree branch limb. Still a disaster, but proud and loud — Yelling, “Where’s North?!” to a passing cloud. But he found something better than skill or gear — He found a love for the wild… and a friend who got him here. 🎵
