‘Twas the night before camp, and all through Brevard.
My friends and I explored a shop’s backyard.
We bought stamps, postcards, and bug spray galore,
And some bandages in case our hands became sore.
Then we ate dinner and went home for the night,
Hoping we wouldn’t wake up until morning light.
I was restless, excited for two full weeks at camp,
I couldn’t fall asleep, even though I turned off my lamp.
I stayed up until midnight and then fell asleep,
I kept waking up—my sleep wasn’t deep.
Finally at five, I groggily arose,
I put barrettes in my hair and socks on my toes.
We hopped in the car and drove down the street,
I waved out the window; I didn’t care about the heat.
I saw my old friends and some new ones, too,
A bunch of the new ones would turn out to be good and true.
I love Keystone Camp, the songs and the fun,
all the days that I climb, swim, and run.
I’m always sad when I have to go,
I love camp from my head to my toe.