Ten For Two
The buses are gone, not a camper in sight
The staff said goodbye, and promised to write.
The Rec Hall is silent, not one sound of cheer,
Left only with memories of a fantastic year!
The Bunkline is quiet, but we remember those nights
of Mean Machine stories and fun pillow fights!
The ski boats are anchored, with no one to tow,
The pamper pole looks sad, with no kids below.
But friendships were formed, and memories made
of exciting adventures and games that we played.
We live for this place, that much is true,Cuz for no other camp, do we live ten for two!