Thursday, May 27, 2021

Our Camp

Our Camp
by Anna Medary


One night we went away to
camp,
The tent was on our lawn;
We rolled all up in steamer
rugs,
And there we slept till dawn.

We had a lot of chocolate
And mint sticks in a jar;
We played that they were
fishes that
We caught in streams, real
far.

But when it came to six o'clock
A messenger was sent
To call us home-and that was
cook
A-peeping in our tent!

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