The following little poems were written by W. R. Reardon.
He was inspired to write these after hearing so many stories
about Oasis Dance Camp from
Sherezzah, and after meeting
Cassandra
in person.
There once was a camp named Oasis
It was in the most strangest of places
Traverse City in the Fall
Is far away from it all
Yet all full of dancers with happy faces!
There once was a dancer from Delray
Who went to a camp far away
It was held in the Fall
And they came one and all
Many dancers with whom she could play!
Cassandra was a friend of mine
Lived in blue jeans all the time
Except at night
Oh, what a sight
Dancing costumes that really shine!
Cassandra teaches us very well
Until we think our feet will swell
How can you be in a rut
When Cassandra says "Move that butt"
So we work ourselves to the bone
Yet we're sad when we must go home!
There once was a camp named Oasis
Where I saw lots of smiling faces
Dancers swirled to and fro
Let inhibitions go
And forgot all their social graces!
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