Without A Mouse

Hail to thee, Camp Hope, By the shores of Big Snake Lake. Though your swings are ropey, We know they'll never break. From your gleaming mess hall To your hallowed baseball field To your spic 'n' spam infirmary Where all our wounds are healed. Hail to thee, Camp Hope, Below Mt. Avalanche. We will always love Camp Hope... A registered trademark of the Stiller Corporation. All rights reserved. Host / EditorTim HentonCo-HostChris WilsonTwitter: @withoutamouseWe Made This: @wemadethispod