Dear Folks,

Our camp master said that we all should write,
Because of the flash flood we had here last night.
It wasn’t as bad as you saw on TV.
(That red tent was mine that was caught in the tree.)

No one was in camp; we were on a night hike;
On the side of the mountain, we were looking for Mike.
If you talk to Mike’s mother, he’s writing a letter.
The cast slows him down but he’s fast getting better.

The storm was real fun, just a little bit frightening
But it helped us find Mike because of the lightning.
The men with the bloodhounds showed us the trail;
They were hunting a bad guy who broke out of jail.

Fire-building, to me, has been the most fun;
If your clothes catch on fire, you must never run.
When starting a fire put your gas in a cup;
If you pour from the can, the thing will blow up.

These lessons we learned from my friend Harry Pile,
Who’s no longer hairy, at least for a while.
The bullets he had in two of his pockets,
Really were cool, they shot off like rockets.

Our craft teacher’s worked in two different states,
He said he made shoes and car license plates.
He’s teaching us things to help us through life.
Like making a spoon into a neat knife.

I caught me a snake, it’s black, red and yellow.
He stays in my pocket like a good little fellow.
The camp master said it’s important to know,
In what kind of order the three colors go.

The old swimming hole smells some better now,
The tow truck man came and took out the cow.
For us that can’t swim, there’s not much to do,
So the camp master lets us take out the canoe.

We use that canoe to hide food from the bears;
Craft teacher used tape to fix all the tears.
We may get home late ’cause the brakes are so bad.
And the man who’s to drive us has really been mad.

Just last night he told us he might just refuse,
Unless someone tells what we did with his booze.
P.S. One last question, I almost forgot,
How long since I had my last tetanus shot?