The story’s at camp that I wish they won’t tell,
are stuck in my head like Mary go rounds.
They go round and round and haunt me in my sleep,
Just leave me alone, I yell, I scream.
They say dolls’ dead eyes stare,
creeping nearer, chilling the air.
Their silent approach, freezing fear in their wake.
Camp, like a lantern in the night,Guiding us through
darkness with its light.
A refuge, a haven, a flame burning bright,
Where memories flicker, like stars taking flight.
I love camp like a sanctuary in the wilderness,
where every moment is an adventure waiting to unfold.
I love camp, I blabber about!
I love dem marshmallows,
but only the white ones.
I love dem they taste so good,
They melt in my mouth, I knew they would.
In fluffy clouds of sugar’s delight,
Marshmallows dance, a sweet sight.
Soft and squishy, they melt just right,
In my mouth, a cozy bite.
