The British Gingah

I have this friend you see He lives across the Atlantic Sea Somewhere in England Over grass, and mountains, and sand He visits this country I call home At camp, with open land to roam We-my best friend and I-walk up to him to say hi And he jumps right into conversation, not the least bit shy For the next ten days we all hang together Other friends we hung with too, but mainly the British ginger So hilarious and animated, his “woo” sounding like a dying cat on crack Eventually we started pretending to be his claque Laughter rings about even though the end of the camp is near We all enjoyed the time that we’ve spent here We smile and say our goodbyes until the next year When we all meet up again, right here