Twas the night before camp, when all through the town

not a child was sleeping, as moms ran around.

The bags were all ready, packed tight with more shorts,

In the hopes that their counselor’s would hide their reports.

The fathers were watching TV in their beds

While the thoughts of “no responsibilities” floated through their heads.

And moms in their haste, checked the bags once more time

To ensure that their kids, had every color of slime.

When up the next day, they awoke with a cheer

For the next 7 weeks, there’d be no children near!

Away for the summer, no more schlepping or cooking

Just eating and drinking and resting and schtooping.

And gone were the children, the Jews from the hood

While the rest sat in wonder, thinking, “no way that I could!”