Campfire’s Burning

 image from Google

A gaggle of girl guides
ging gang goolied
without a clue what it meant.
We came round the mountains
wearing pink pyjamas.
A big baboon by the light of the moon
combed his golden hair
while riding on a donkey.

We found a peanut, ate worms,
carried water in a holey bucket
to the quartermaster’s stores,
and sang of the explosion of Sambo
from too much fizzy pop.
We laughed with a Kookaburra
up a gum tree
and finished with Courtesy –
our favourite campfire song.

We grew quietly sentimental
as flames dwindled safely
into a heap of ashes,
sang Taps
and went to bed.

In response to a camp fire prompt  at Creative Bloomings, which had my head buzzing with songs from long ago, to most of which I can remember all the words.




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6 Responses to Campfire’s Burning

  1. ging gang goolied – I had to look it up to see if you’d invented those fun words. Your poem is delightful and fun. Made me smile.


  2. I remember some of these, though I was never a Girl Guide. I was a Brownie but I don’t remember camping.


  3. Ron. says:

    I, too, remember most of these, V, but couldn’t place “Courtesy.” Google came up with a couple likelies, but…. hmmm.


    • by Hilaire Belloc: Of courtesy it is much less than courage of heart or faithfulness, yet in my walks it seems to me that the greatest of these is courtesy. There is a lovely melody, too, but I couldn’t find a youtube of it. I could sing it to you!


  4. this is just delightful. Reminded me of a kind’s song I started singing the other day as we drove by so many fields of cabbage here in Alsace. “Savez-voux planter des choux…”


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