I’m nervous, I’m scared,
fear and trepidation,
I just hope I survive,
last through the duration.
I’m off to camp alone,
on nobody to depend,
I must fend for myself,
try not to apprehend.
Will I be myself?
Will I act tip top?
will camp be a success?
or chas veshalom flop?!
Hashem I turn to you,
I know you’ll come along,
only then I’ll know I’m fine,
Somewhere I’ll belong