The Camping Saga

So relaxed, it makes me nervous Your dutiful, unbridled service You, traveling in a gypsy's circus Of course, it all makes sense We put up tents and take down temples Middle Eastern sands, and Oriental The stark replaces sentimental Geographical defense It's time, now, To meet in the tents Our potions, bottled Our money spent So complete, it begs a question: Where to assemble for the convention? Coffee on a stove-extension & tea on a river's bank The grizzly bears all in our driveway The summer marigolds in private The ball of prophecy is shining – Just tell me who to thank It's time, now… Gather on the trail – The deer, lopped at the tail – A wilderness travail – Stored dinner in a pail – It's time, now, To meet in the tents Our potions, bottled Our money spent