A/N: Okay, so once at band camp this week we did a photo/video scavenger hunt, and one of the things on the list of things we had to do was write and recite a poem about the camp counsellor leading our group. So I took the responsibility to write this cheesy poem. It's nothing amazing, but... eh.

Here is a poem for our counsellor, Emily.
She's an amazing French horn player and beautiful to see.
And since this camp lasts only two more days,
We want to tell her she's wonderful in many different ways.