Today when I was going out for lunch with my colleagues, we walked by a day camp and the conversation turned to choosing camps for kids. Being childfree, I don’t have camp things to think about each summer (but I once did).
So what did I do this evening?
I looked up (and sang) camp songs. (The internet does allow me to pursue my myriad interests on a whim.)
Usually, I only remember the first (and maybe the second verse) of a given camp song but I can’t sing the whole thing — I used to know quite a few very well — and this kinda bugs me (since I have very little to worry about in my day-to-day life).
I’m happy to report that this evening I found a great site with a lot of lyrics to Canadian (very different than American) camp songs.
Mind you, I did not find all my favorites — does anyone remember the words to something that goes like: I’ve got four wheels and a running board/I’m a four-door/I’m a Ford/Crash, crash, rattle, rattle/Crash,/BEEP BEEP?
The best thing I found today is the song that’s the reflection of my personal philosophy.
Sing, Sing a Song
Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud, sing out strong
Sing of good things, not bad
Sing of happy, not sadSing, sing a song
Make it simple to last your whole life long
Don’t worry that it’s not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a songSing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love that could be
Sing for you and for me
I did — I sang quite a few in the privacy of my home!
I chose to ignore the small voice (not in my head) that asked me if the kids at camp could stand my singing.
For the record, I always told the kids, “I know I can’t sing but I enjoy it. Maybe some of you think you can’t sing well either but that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying the singsong. It doesn’t stop me.”
…we all have a song to sing.
And that’s the corny post for today. I miss camp (and my faded youth) but maybe I can relive those feelings after I get the Bambi for my birthday.
