The Sleeping Bag That Ate Manhattan

The story is told
Around these parts
A story both old and new
A story some believe is false
But others swear is true.

Whatever side you end up taking
Know from your heart that I'm not faking
My aim is true, I aim to save you
From the sleeping bag that ate Manhattan.

The story begins like so many do
In the humblest and gentlest way
A story of sleeping
A story of camping
How could it go astray?

What seems to you like it can't be true
You can only hope won't happen to you.

. . .