Ode to the staff of Camp Hidden Valley

Oh, how I yearn

To go back where hemlock and fern

Cover the land where young men and women stand together,

A grand array of uniforms, in all sorts of weather

Even as the humid and cold summer days pass,

Steadfast, they remain in the Valley so vast

Entertaining generations with beautiful songs and joyful skits that last

I tell my stories so

All because of what I know

For I was, and still am one of them

Now, you may understand my woe

When the summer has to go