‘Twas the Night Before Arrival Day
‘Twas the night before Arrival Day and all through the camp,
Not a camper was stirring, just only the staff.
The posters were hung on the bunkline with care
To welcome our campers, who soon would be there.
The counselors were antsy looking at empty beds,
Which campers would soon fill, with dreams in their heads.
And Leslie in her office and Jase at her side,
They cannot rest until the campers arrive.
Then the very next day there arose such a clatter,
The buses arrived and so did the laughter!
To the front lawn, the staff swarmed like bugs
To greet the new children with smiles and hugs.
The sun shining down made everything bright,
Friends greeting friends was a beautiful sight.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But some miniature campers in their new Bunk 8 gear.
They were startled by thunderous cheers and screams,
They knew in a moment it must be The Queens!
More rapid than fireflies, the Mean Machine came,
As they laughed and tried to remember kids’ names!
“Hi Sydney! Hi Jamie! Hi Allie! Hi Katie!”
“Hi Kauffin! Hi Wilbur! Hi Chad! Hi Toddy!”
From the end of the bunkline, up the hill to the PAC,
Everyone gathered for a show and a snack!
They returned to their bunks for their first night of sleep,
There were whispers of glee and not one single weep.
Each girl went to sleep with a smile on her face,
For now she was home back at One Great Place!