Thank You for Mein Summer Kamph

Thank you for Mein Summer Kamph
The two fruitful months were not boring
I steered my Panzer right off of the ramph
My instructor was Field Marshall Hermin Goring

If your children lack stern discipline
Write down this number and dial it
He might come back thirty pounds too thin
Or get rained as a Luftwaffe pilot

Today we just learned how to shoot
And why top secrets get stolen
Yesterday was the rigid right-arm salute
With bombing practice over Poland

We proudly goose-step around the summer kamphfire
Burning seditious textbooks on demand
Wearing a clean brown shirt is our fondest desire
While admiring our Fuhrer, and the German Fatherland

We wear funny patches on our sleeves
We memorize patriotic Fatherland verses
In Gestapo rules, we all firmly believe
We’re taught midnight strip-down searches

We all must follow the strict party line
There is no such thing here as Miranda
Uncle Adolph reads to us at story time
For a fun filled hour of propaganda

Goethe’s philosophy we readily debate
His profound thoughts make us feel intrepid
So is the barbed wire adorning the gates
Guarded by a huge German shepherd

Build up your son’s Nordic character
Not an abused, timid little patsy
Instill intense fear, make your neighbors disappear
This summer will teach him, to become a good, little Nazi

In a uniform of style, greet fellow campers with a “Seig Heil”
“Sprechen Sie Deutch”, you are in the right summer place
There is everything to like, come on, join the Third Reich
Become part, of the German Master Race

So sign up your Aryan son for Mein Summer Kamph
A summer of fun, excitement and intrigue
His adventurous spirit will never be damph
Sign quick-avoid the annual Blitzkrieg

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Thank You for Mein Summer Kamph