Camp

Camp is the gold rush

With experience all the same

Not one is a little finer

And lots of people came

Washing up the dishes

And searching in the ground

But the gold is with the fishes

And the camera....was that the one the other boy found

Everything is golden

Especially the gold

But there was not one Holden

And lots of things were sold

Both are in the past

And sometimes waiting ahead

Luckily no one now wears a cast

And then night time comes, so we sleep in our bed