Marsden Bay Camp Song

Marsden Bay Camp Song- written and performed by the parents at the 2012 senior camp

We drove to Marsden Bay Camp

Cool wind in our hair

Some managed to get lost

At least the food truck got here

The bags were heavy

And the mood was light

Soon it grew dark

And we settled in for the night.

There he stood in the doorway

We heard his whistle blow

We were thinking to ourselves

Was that Steel Thunder

Or something else?

Then along came Mrs Salt

She had to put her foot down

There were voices in the cabins

And she said, “Quieten down!”

Welcome to the Marsden BC Camp

Such a slidy place

A flying foxy place

There’s plenty of fun at the Marsden BC Camp

Any time of year

You can find it here

Kirsty made her debut

In the kitchen for the first time

She made an apple crumble

Of her own design

Despite missing a few ingredients

It tasted rather floury

And it was F_ _ _ _ ine!

Then we called to Sir Greg

Cook all the breakfasts

And he said “I wann Ambrosia Yeah!

We have it every year!”

And still those voices were calling

From every room

Wake you up in the middle of the night

And that’s just Anton snoring!

Welcome to the Marsden BC Camp

Such a kayaky place

Such a broken arrow place

Plenty of fun at the Marsden BC Camp

Any time of year

If we’re allowed back here

Microwave Mike nuked the butter

He made a butter bomb

And he swept up the broken plate

Better than any mum

Tracy forget her toiletries

But offered then to Donna as a friend

She started charging for blankets

She didn’t need ten in the end

Leanne brought her horse truck

And all her dress up clothes

She brought a bum, a wig and hats

But forgot the clown’s nose

“Relax,” said Steffania

There’s plenty of veg

As she admired Vanessa’s baby cow photos,  

On her mobile phone

Rebecca ditched the walk

And helped make chocolate pud

That needed mathematical calculations

But still tasted really good

Cathryn turned up late

So did Vanessa, Peg and Pete

Don’t they know camp starts on a Monday,  

Not later in the week

“That’s fine,” said Jeanette

I’ll write a funny play

That makes you all look like idiots

And then I won’t stay.

But Tracy wouldn’t be Katy

She’d rather be the bum

So Rebecca had to put on the blue wig

She thought it might be fun

Welcome to the Marsden BC Camp

Such a damper place

A cooking damper place

Plenty of fun at the Marsden BC Camp

Any time of year

Can we find our way outta here?

Lamb chops

Our car slowly creeps down the bumpy driveway.  We look out the windows at Crusader's paddock.  We can usually spot him wandering around munching on what's left of the crispy dry grass.  But today the cheerful horse is not in his paddock.  Clip, clop, clip, clop. The sound of hooves on hard ground startles me.  I look to my right and see Crusader's wet nose poking out over the fence.  He watches our car come to a stop before the big red door of our Nana's barn.

I leap out of the car and run up the crumbling steps towards the ranch slider.  I push open the door, step inside and kick off my boots.  I explore the house and soon find the only one home is Tiger, my Nana's pesky cat.  "Out of the way", I say as I ran across the midnight blue carpet towards the back door.  I shrivel up my nose at the smell of fresh dog poo.  "Jimmy", I say as I dodge a pile of steaming poo.

I go back around the house, grab my shoes and run down to the gate that leads to the main paddock.  I look through the hole in the gate.  Boque, Crusader's crazy girlfriend is standing beside a black and white blob that looks about the size of a small car.  The blob makes the most annoying mooing sound possible and looks in my direction.  "Moo to you too you stupid cow", I say.

I leap over the gate not bothering to try and open the latch that is far too complicated for me.  I squeeze along the fence so the cow won't spot me.  A soft fluffy forehead that I believe belongs to Crusader brushes against my back.  "Crusader you are lovely company", I say as I push him away.  "But I don't want a cow charging me right now." I sneak the rest of the way to the shed not wanting to blow my cover.  I look over the wall and spot an inside out sheep lying on the concrete.

I drag my brother and sister to the barn and show them the sheep.  "Maybe Nana was going to eat it," said my blood thirsty brother.  "Nah" says Rebecca, "That's a little too out of date."  Rebecca, Sean and Mum soon get bored and look for something to make a model for the technology challenge.  I scramble over the wall to get a closer look at the the sheep and trip over something that feels like a sticking hurt my knee.  I look behind me and see that it's not a stick it's a cut off sheep leg.  I look back around and find I'm face to face with a second sheep.  But what makes it even more gross is it's brown shriveled up tongue is hanging out.
I walk back up to the house and sit in my poppa's chair.  Finally the day is over.

By Claire

The Singing Competition

Tingle, tingle went my tummy as Ty, Molly, Tobin and I steadily stumbled up the stairs at the singing competition.  I got more nervous as I sat down and I felt like I was going to explode like a bomb!  I took a quick peek at the timetable book and I was second to sing in the whole competition.  Thousands of things were going through my mind, just breathing was something I couldn't possibly do.

Behind the curtains I was hiding with the pianist waiting patiently for my turn to shine. (Ring Ling) I heard a bell.  It was time for my turn.  I walked in a suitable pace to where I stood in a graceful manner to sing.  I gave a little nod to the pianist to tell her I'm ready and she started playing. (Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?)  Half way through the song my butterflies slowly flew away and by the end of the song I was a silver star.

The applause was amazing and I grew a gentle smile and bowed to show my gratitude to the audience  and the pianist.  I then scurried off the stage to where I got lots of high fives and well dones from family and friends.  Now I know it's not so scary once I'd tried it.

Nothing at all worried me after my first song, only probably when Ty went up I was scared for her but she did really well with her singing.   I now feel very proud of myself of what I did and I can't wait till next year.

By Danni