Posted by: Logan Landry

“The Chant of The Chesty Child”

We are a bunch of intelligent boys
who like East Waterford, Maine.
We’d rather spend the summer here
than any place else you can name.
We think our camp’s the cat’s meow,
we hate like sin to knock
But there’s not another around like
old Camp Birch Rock!

Yeah, boys, you said it!
Birch Rock! Sis-boom-bah!
Yeah, boys, we’re for it!
We’ll say we are!

We swim and carve and fish and shoot
We paddle canoes and row;
‘Bout birds and minerals, trees and flowers
There’s nothing we don’t know.
We’ve roamed this region round about
On picnics that are grand
We are a happy, healthy, hustling, hopping, howling
band! HEY!