I’m settled in my room and bunk
Soon the campers will arrive
I’ll start with abundant stamina
And hope til the end to survive.
I’ve done this many times before
And I know I can do it again
But I still get a little nervous
When it’s time for each camp to begin.
I was a camper at the age of twelve
My first time away from my home
My mother had packed my suitcase
And forgot to put in my comb.
This time the suitcase was also full
I had all that I needed I felt
Although I don’t need a comb today
My suitcase was lacking a belt.
I have lost all my bright red hair
But I’ve added much weight don’t you see?
Lacking a belt instead of a comb
Could be embarrassing to me.
The campers have started coming now
I guess I should swallow my pride
It may be very hot outdoors
But most of the time I’m inside.
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