sunday.
every other day, it’s camp songs. after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, right before our food is cleared away, we sing about fat albert’s funky drawers, mr. dundavon’s machine, a little canoe, the cannibal king, birdies and vultures. on sundays, however, we toss away our usual words and strike up disney. we raise our voices to don’t stop believing. we belt out build me up buttercup with just as much—if not more—enthusiasm than usual.
and then, the next day we are back to singing songs about hermie, the family pet—(sha!).
