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At Sugar Camp the cook is kind	A
And laughs the laugh we knew as boys	B
And there we slip away and find	A
Awaiting us the old time joys	B
The catbird calls the selfsame way	C
She used to in the long ago	D
And there's a chorus all the day	C
Of songsters it is good to know	D
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The killdeer in the distance cries	E
The thrasher in her garb of brown	F
From tree to tree in gladness flies	E
Forgotten is the world's renown	F
Forgotten are the years we've known	G
At Sugar Camp there are no men	H
We've ceased to strive for things to own	G
We're in the woods as boys again	H
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Our pride is in the strength of trees	I
Our pomp the pomp of living things	J
Our ears are tuned to melodies	I
That every feathered songster sings	J
At Sugar Camp our noonday meal	K
Is eaten in the open air	L
Where through the leaves the sunbeams steal	K
And simple is our bill of fare	L
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At Sugar Camp in peace we dwell	M
And none is boastful of himself	N
None plots to gain with shot and shell	M
His neighbor's bit of land or pelf	N
The roar of cannon isn't heard	O
There stilled is money's tempting voice	P
Someone detects a new come bird	O
And at her presence all rejoice	P
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At Sugar Camp the cook is kind	A
His steak is broiling o'er the coals	Q
And in its sputtering we find	A
Sweet harmony for tired souls	Q
There sheltered by the friendly trees	I
As boys we sit to eat our meal	K
And brothers to the birds and bees	I
We hold communion with the real	K

Edgar Albert Guest

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