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?