If you're going camping
For any length of time
The weather may be grotty
Or even quite sublime
Whichever it turns out to be
There's always something there
To dull your odours personal
And leave you time to spare.
Wet wipes are a gift from God
They cleanse away your sin
Always there to help you out
Whatever state you're in
Life may get quite heavy
Your sin may pong a bit
Reach for holy wet wipes
See the stain of darkness quit.