The skies shadowing on the somber wood
Leaves diminishing from the gusting wind
Logs near flagpole glued to the ground withstood
Lights getting weaker one by one dimmed

Eights girls, eight beds, one storm, one day, one bunk
Fans spinning like dreidels on Hanukkah
Music blasting, girls dancing, lots of junk
Always have this memory of’a replica

The love in the bunk can overpower anything
Booming thunder cause the wood to tremble
Lightning alarm starting to buzz and ring
Darkening, scary skies start to rumble

The sky roaring with booms scattered the sky
But the love in the bunk will never die