The Creek Critter Rap

(by Coit R. Morrison)


There's a group of guys who hang around at TCS
Jesus Christ the Savior is the one they confess
They come together Wednesday night in one accord
Have a blast is what they do in the Name of the Lord

They start the night with a game of basketball
Squad meeting's next is what the corporals will call
Action time comes after line up reports
Followed by a game so it's off to the courts

Of all the things they can do what do they choose
Camping, hiking, packing, they say you can't loose
So how can you tell a Battalion trip
A sure way to know is by the drip, drip, drip

Deep voice: Go'in camp'in!
High voice: It's raining
Deep voice: What gives?
High voice: We'll get wet
Deep voice: Chill out!
All Shout: Trinity Battalion!
Deep voice: Move out!

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In the dark Jason did put up a tent
With Benji as his partner to the mountains they went
All the other guys had their tents secure
But B & J's flimsy tent did not endure

To the branches of a laurel their tent they tied
With the winds of Gilbert movement multiplied
The rain keep coming through the sides and the door
To the point there was water from the ceiling to the floor

Still when the dawn finally broke through the night
Rain continued beating down from left to right
Even though the rain wouldn't give up it's ground
Those stubborn two were still Linn Cove bound

Deep voice: Go'in camp'in!
High voice: It's raining
Deep voice: What gives?
High voice: We'll get wet
Deep voice: Chill out!
All Shout: Trinity Battalion!
Deep voice: Move out!

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Joshua is another dude that we know
Water is his middle name from head to toe
Even on a sunny day he can get wet
But his cool reply is a big no sweat

One day as we hiked along a creek down stream
Captain sent out a river scouting team
After waiting for 20 minutes or more
Captain and the others went from shore to shore

Finally when the river scouting team made it back
They found out the other group had a better knack
Admitting that the Captains group had bone dry feet
The river scouting group were drenched in defeat

Deep voice: Go'in camp'in!
High voice: It's raining
Deep voice: What gives?
High voice: We'll get wet
Deep voice: Chill out!
All Shout: Trinity Battalion!
Deep voice: Move out!

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Chris & Matt are part of the Shower Patrol
But in their own way they have things in control
While all the others are awake at dawn
The two just turn over with one big yawn

This is not to say that the two are slack
For the awareness of water they certainly do lack
Where all the other ones know they sit in a puddle
Chris & Matt do to their sleeping bags cuddle

There is another side to this slumbering tale
While all the others stuff their face in the vale
Chris & Matt exit their tent looking rag
Making the others feel not nearly so bad

Deep voice: Go'in camp'in!
High voice: It's raining
Deep voice: What gives?
High voice: We'll get wet
Deep voice: Chill out!
All Shout: Trinity Battalion!
Deep voice: Move out!

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Captain used to think himself the badest of dudes
Water was a substance he knew to elude
While inflicted with water others would sigh
Captain would proceed with his feet bone dry

This legacy continued through the years
Even considered a legend by his peers
That until an event which made him meek
The day he stepped into Armstrong Creek

You would have thought his team would sympathize
Instead you saw the gleam shine through their eyes
For now they knew the man was just like them
When it came to water he to must swim

Deep voice: Go'in camp'in!
High voice: It's raining
Deep voice: What gives?
High voice: We'll get wet
Deep voice: Chill out!
All Shout: Trinity Battalion!
Deep voice: Move out!

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Dave & Jon are the Corporals in charge
The respect of the group they have by & large
Does this mean they are exempt from the wet
Only as much as a fish would get

One time we went down the Curtis Gorge
Testing their skill as metal in a forge
When to the river they hopped rock to rock
But somehow managed instead water to sock

What's a little water on my sock they would say
We can always be dry another day
How many times can you go down a mountain
And at the same time make like a fountain

Deep voice: Go'in camp'in!
High voice: It's raining
Deep voice: What gives?
High voice: We'll get wet
Deep voice: Chill out!
All Shout: Trinity Battalion!
Deep voice: Move out!

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There's one more person to mention to you
Bob is his name and fire's his queue
When all other people give up their hope
The fire king is able to more than cope

In the midst of rain he looks for choice sticks
He then proceeds to use his bag of tricks
In no time flat a small flame turns to blaze
Causing the groups spirits to raise

In ending this story of our camping trips
We've a message to tell you so read our lips
If camping is your pleasure but so is dry
You might better give another group a try
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