[Verse 1] It started one summer, quiet and still, Kevin was gaming, racking up kills. Then he sighed, “Fine, I’ll go outside, Touch some grass, maybe catch a butterfly.” It started off cool, just a peaceful stroll, But then he met Miles — things spun outta control. Miles was a nerd who loved to camp, Took Kevin out under moonlight's lamp. But Kevin groaned, “What’s with all these chores?” He said, “Be real—what’s the point of s’mores?” Then Bigfoot arrived, with Hunter in chase, A wild glint in his eyes, pure chaos in place. Kevin ran home, tired of surprise, But Miles dragged him back — vines in their eyes. [Chorus] 🎵 Now Kevin and Miles are legends of flame, Turning cringe to gold in the campfire game. They fight off dragons, dine with elves, Saving lost treasure from cursed dark spells. They roam where the wild things roar, And always pack nothin’ but s’mores. 🎵 [Verse 2] They hiked the trail from Georgia to Maine, Folks said they’d quit — but they danced through the rain. From fairies to elves, through curses and heat, They kept moving forward, never knew defeat. Then ghosts arrived in the dead of night, Snatched ‘em from bed in a haunted fright. Kevin grabbed a carpet — it started to fly, They soared through the trees, barely scraping the sky. Next came dwarves, with a greedy scheme, Forced to mine gold in a steamy ravine. But light returned with a fiery gleam — Evan and Caleb stormed the scene. Miles cried, “Why’s it always us?” Kevin muttered, “Still too scared for lunch…” But now the crew had grown to four, They slayed a dragon, and asked for more. [Bridge – Epic Twist] From beach-side scrolls to Poseidon's feast, To pirate ships and mythical beasts. Kevin cracked jokes that burned through air, Sent to Hades in a cold nightmare. But with a grin, he told one more — The guards fell down, laughing on the floor. [Verse 3] Then they found Hunter, still chasing Ness, Climbed Mount Everest — barely broke a sweat. Evan ran off in search of fame, Miles and Kevin forgot his name. Caleb got shoved with a grunt and laugh, Off the snowy, icy path. Captured by elves once noble and kind, Now twisted by spells, with darkness in mind. [Final Chorus – Slow and Triumphant] 🎵 So here’s to Kevin and Miles of flame, Once just boys — now legends in name. They climbed tall trees, swam wild lakes, Made pine needle tea with dragon steaks. Though hope feels lost and the fire grows dim, They’ll never give up — not them, not him. Someday they’ll break this elven dream… But 'til then, they’ll always dream. Goodnight. 🎵
