La Vie Boheme- PAPA Camp style
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes.
Here she lies- so tranquil and calm,
the late, great camp at Agawam.
And tonight it's why we sing out song.
In that little town of Raymond, Maine,
we sing and dance- wear optional pants too.
Our PAPA Camp...
To days of inspiration, playing hooky,
making something out of nothing.
The need to express- to communicate.
To going against the grain,
going insane, going mad.
To loving tension, no pension,
to more than one dimension.
To starving for attention,
hating convention, hating pretension.
Not to mention, of course,
writing dear old mom and dad.
To singing throughout the day,
sneaking out at night.
That's right, we're all really tight,
almost no fights!
To choice, to Steven's voice,
to any passing fad.
To being an us for once, instead of a them.
Oh PAPA Camp!
So that's some bread and bread and bread and bread and bread and bread and bread and bread and bread and bread and bread and bread and bread?
Ew. It tastes ok. If you close your eyes.
And 13 orders of fries! We have that here?
Point and jeer!
To handcrafted stuff made with Lisa in the shed.
To yoga, to yourself, to only eating bread.
To singing, to dancing, and problem solving too.
Newspaper and Shakespeare,
also Jill Pettigrew!
Emotion, devotion,
to causing a commotion.
Creation, vacation,
mucho improvisation!
Compassion, to fashion,
to passion when it's new.
To Cameron, to Camden,
to anything taboo!
Kari, Grady, Courtney Wrenn and Shay!
Nurse Denise? Sammy Hughes!
To the stage!
To Jimmy, to Jeffrey, and Queen Alexi, too.
And if you have no candy
at rounds it might be handy
to go turn off your lamp!
Oh PAPA Camp!
To go plyacking, endless snacking,
way too much to do, PAPAlympics
and scavenger hunt, and...
Chelsea Hermann!
To "great big moose, full of juice, on the loose,"
and Bridgette Doucette-
don't forget Brett.
But dont rush this,
there's lots of camp crushes!
To being teens, to eating greens,
to staying clean, dressing scene!
To the campers, the counselors, CITs!
To no shame, never playing the fame game.
...We love Alana!
To Trinity, it's between Miles and me.
To postage stamps.
Oh PAPA Camp!
Is anyone out of the mainstream?
Is anyone in the mainstream?
Anyone alive with creative drive...
Let's climb the wall! (Just dont fall!)
The opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation!
Oh PAPA Camp!
Viva, la vista! CAMP!