While I was at a camp retreat, I wanted to write a song. While I was thinking of ideas, my cousin Karston came over to where I was sitting. (It was near a bridge over a stream that we aren't allowed to go across.) So I decided to write a really short song and he helped me. (Ignore the pointlessness of this update.)
There once was a lad named Karston
He wanted to jump in the stream
He broke all the rules and went on the bridge
He fell and no one heard him scream