Amen, Sister.
I call 'em "Summer Camp Choruses"...singing them in Sunday Service is as jarring as finding the congregation made up of disheveled 9-12-year-olds whose shoes are still squishing from wearing them in the canoes, and who've not quite properly washed since Monday...and it's now Thursday.
"whose shoes are still squishing from wearing them in the canoes"
LOL!--I remember that feeling. . .At our church camp they made us wear a spare pair of shoes when we swam in the river (because there were a lot of rocks you might step on otherwise), so I distinctly remember the feeling of squishy tennis shoes :)