Yes, school is out
At least for some
Yeshiva never ends
But still there’s time
To spread your wings
Relax and make new friends
Indeed, there may be kodesh
But no one’s learning chol
So it’s a time to focus
And thus prepare your soul
Whether you’re in half-day school
Where rebbis are still teaching
Or you are off entirely
We all for growth are reaching
When I was young, our counselors
Were the finest and the best
Sometimes the top bochurim
Who stood out from the rest
Today, I know, that many
Do not leave until Av
And younger boys are chosen
To show their campers love
Bashevkin’s getting older
His memory is fading
And if talks about the past
I think my age I’m dating
No matter what, I won’t forget
The great times as a camper
Nothing that has happened since
Can ever put a damper
I won’t forget, we had no pool
Yes, we swam in a lake
I wonder if the lifeguards
Were real or were they fake
My friend, they had no bathrooms
Or plumbing in the bunk
Who can’t forget the “duskee house”?
The shack that really stunk
I left the scene so long ago
I wonder what has changed
I doubt they have a crazy staff
Who act somewhat deranged
Do they still have a color war
Olympics competition
I wonder if there’s B.O.G.
Or did they break tradition
I wonder if they
“Break it out”
Or just announce the date
Do kids still scream so anxiously?
That they “Don’t want to wait!”
We had no email messages
We had to write each week
One pay phone for the total camp
Collect calls just to speak
Are there still the Grand Plays
Do they still have Grand Sing
I’m sure they don’t show movies
As that’s a treife thing
Indeed, the times are different
But some things stay the same
At least I’d say conceptually
With tweaks each camp does claim
No matter what the type of camp
I’m sure you all would say
It does such wonders for your soul
Just to get away
