A BIG CYPRESS BLESSING
Bless this Camp, oh Lord, we cry.
Please keep it cool in mid-July.
Bless the walls where termites dine,
while ants and roaches crawl all the time.
our bunks where spiders pass,
wild hogs run by, out in the grass.
Bless this Camp, a home to please
carpenter bees, ticks and fleas.
Bless the love bugs, two by two,
the horse flies and mosquitoes that feed on you.
Millions of creatures that fly or crawl,
in the Big Cypress, Lord, you've put them all!!
But this is our Camp, and here we'll stay,
So thank you Lord, for insect spray.
Carolyn and Steve May 16, 2003