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Oh a camping we shall go, by a little flowing stream,

at night see the moon glow, and dance beneath its beam…

Listen to the sounds of the night, a symphony of rich delight,

a melody from the creatures, we can learn from natures teachers…

In the distant a lone wolf cries, the pack is not far away,

around the fire we stay, watching little sparks fly…

We sing happily under the moon, we even try and croon,

of sleep we are in defiance, as we listen to the sounds of silence…

Finally we do slumber, its been a night of wonder,

we’ll greet each day as a prize, as we awaken to the sun rise…

To be out in the fresh air, feel the dewdrops on ones hair,

of each other we do care, we soon learn to share…

Our forefathers showed the way, the early pioneers of the day,

they over came hardships and strife, camping was their life…

We know from their example, they lived with beast and man,

in times of little or ample, they always took care of the land…

Today we shall climb a mountain, and view the surrounding terrain,

the walk would be steady and slow, but oh what a beautiful show…

To swim in clean cool waters, with the sun high above,

this is camping made to order, and its all done with love…

Love for each other, love for our world,

love for our fathers and mothers, love that wont ever spoil…

Oh a camping we shall go, by a little flowing stream,

where our love for all will grow, and its not just a dream…..end