Toothbrush races

The following conversation was overheard in a boys' cabin at the Domain Reading Camp last night while all the boys are standing in line in the middle of the cabin-already with their pajamas on:

Counselor: "Alright y'all, everyone ready for the tootbrushing race? Now remember, just like last night, you have to brush both top and bottom, inside and out, and you have to do it for at least 1 whole minute. The best brusher wins. On your mark, set, ... go."

30 seconds later...

Camper: "I won! I won! I'm first, I won!"

Counselor: "Nope, remember you have to go at least one minute!"

30 more seconds later...

Several campers, with toothpaste on their lips (and some on their cheeks), all hollering in unison and foaming a bit at their mouths: "I won! I won!"

Counselor: "Ok, it was a tie, you ALL win. So what's the wake-up song tomorrow going to be?"

Campers, in unison: "Cotton-eye Joe! Cotton-eye Joe!"

One camper: "And then Soldier Boy, please!"

Counselor: "Ok, Cotton-eye Joe, and then we'll play Soldier Boy."

Second Counselor: "Ok, toothbrush racing is over, everyone to bed to hear more of Humphrey!"