Our life is a winding road,
A constant up hill battle.

Each day presents a new challenge.
Everyday has its own struggles.

We do not have the privilege of going through hard times.
Rather, we live through hard times.

But there are those who share the burden.
There are those who take the load.

They are the men and women of MDA Camp,
Who sacrifice a week of every year,

To set a standard of compassion,
By which all should follow.

Their selfishness is nonexistent.
Their selflessness is overwhelming.

It has long since been said that,
“Our camp is your kind of place.”

So, to the men and women of MDA Camp,
We thank you!

If not directly by words,
Then through the great time we have each year.

Keep the fire burning,
And may the spirit of MDA Camp forever live.

This is the story of Old Man Jenkins
Old, yes, but he never felt that way

If being young meant being corrupt, he’d have no part
Stubborn, he wouldn’t change his ways

He would simply avoid this new perverse world
To keep himself in the good ol’ days

The days when neighbors looked out for each other
When you knew your mailman’s name

When men held the door for ladies
And success didn’t have to mean fame

He reminisced of days when a living was honest
When families had a father and a mother

When talking in person was the best was to talk
And one shirt was as good as another

But oh how they teased him,
They’d say “He’s just an old man”

And they’d compare his brain
To a lone grain of sand

They said he wasn’t modern or up with the times
They said he was ignorant and out of his mind

They would try to make him angry
Hounding him over and over again

But Old Man Jenkins was the gentlest of souls
And returned only a wrinkled grin

You see, he wasn’t mad or crazy
And he minded not their scorn

He had been storing up a better treasure
Since the very day he was born

After he left this world, they realized
They saw how bad they were wrong

They longed to tell him they were sorry
But the time for that had come and gone

It may be myth, but one once said
And others have repeated it since then

That the gentle soul of Old Man Jenkins
Smiled on them with a wrinkled grin.

A drop of water landed on my head today
It told me of its trip fantastic
From the mountain to the sea
And back again
He didn't go alone
He had is friends and we win
When we take it on together

Drop of water, teach us
What we do not know
Where little drops come from
And where they go
From the tops of mountains
To the floor of the sea or up in a tree
Where they fall purposefully to the ground

As I spoke another hit my hand
It finished the tales of the first
It took no time to answer
What I said
And they kept on falling
From the sky a grand return
Just to start it all again

A drop of water landed on my head today
But for once I paused to hear
That from places far and near
They fall down on me
They fall not to slow my pace
They're our friends and we win
When we bring ourselves together

The plot unfolds
The drama rises
About to be told
Are the characters’ surprises

About this time
When you’re hooked like an addict
You think in your mind
“What’s a Flush’O’matic”

That’s right. An ad
Always a bad time
Right before the bad
Commit the crime

Buy this door
Get the ****, free
You can’t find it in stores
It’s offered only on TV

Ten minutes to call
We’ll even finance it
Short supply, so don’t stall
You don’t want to chance it

Been in a wreck?
I’m an attorney-at-law
I’ll get you a check
Or charge nothing at all

Now back to the show
It’s been half an hour
With your brain shot
You turn off the power