Tents pitched in the dark
Our little spot in a massive park
The gazebo raised if only a foot
The guy ropes stretched
With pegs to root.
Expectant hearts for the days ahead
Expectant bellies for morn's brekkie in bed
Bacon, bread, tea- oh make some for me!
Hat on, check! Wellies on, check!
Its past midnight- bt what the heck?
We're on holiday!!
Off we set, a merry crew
To check out the site
And go meet a few
In the dance tent where we let loose
Stomping our feet, to the beats
And screaming some tunes
Till our throats dried sore
Oh that feeling
Called "joy" called "hope" called "love" called "freedom"
Give it me once more!
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