There’s always one child … (IP)

The helpers prepared many weeks for the camps –
equipment, first aid, stoves and food, loos and lamps,
routines to work out – games, discussions, long tramps,
aware of the homesick, the show-offs,  the scamps.

The campers arrived, some were nervous, some shrill,
examined the tents, loos (they’ll never be brill!).
A week – days and nights to survive, and to fill;
and one saw a sight, and  he thought, ‘Yes, I will …’

Not one to be fearful, or panic and shriek,
nor one to rush off adults’ wisdom to seek.
He’d tended these creatures at home, ‘So, why not?
I’m sure I can catch it, let’s give it a shot …’

He showed off his toughness, but used little nous,
for this was no pet, but a wild little mouse.
He lifted it gently, but the mouse quickly bared
its teeth and it bit him, because it was scared.

First night, and a hospital trip, helpers sighed.
From a countryside campsite it meant a long ride.
Reallocate duties, tell parents by phone;
– a New Rule for Campers – Leave Wildlife Alone!!

[IP: Camping]