Under the stars.

Let’s make camp

Look there’s an outside loo

We erected our tent in the fields so damp

Plenty more are arriving too.

 The club is only a yard away

Now we are here we are all smiles

We don’t care what the weathermen say

To be here we have travelled miles.

Night has fallen so black and full of stars

We go out for a walk with a torch in our hand

No need to drive our cars

As we aimlessly walk, somewhere in the campsite on their land.

   It’s luxury to us, a bit like a banquet

Under canvas can be fun

Wrapped up warm in our sleeping bags and blanket

We can’t wait to see the sun.

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