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					    THE PACK 117 SONGBOOK




  BECAUSE EVERYONE WANTS TO BE A
           SONGLEADER,
BUT NOT EVERYONE KNOWS THE WORDS!



            Michael J. Seligsohn, Cubmaster Pack 117
         Shingle Springs – Latrobe Outdoor Association
             El Dorado District, Golden Empire Council
                                 Boy Scouts of America
                           Table of Contents
1. The Star Spangled Banner
2. America
3. You’re a Grand Old Flag
4. America the Beautiful
5. Stars and Stripes
6. Yankee Doodle
7. Cub Master Mike’s Favorite Song
8. Akela’s Trail
9. Bug Juice
10. Cub Scouts Whistle While They Work
11. My Leader
12. The Quartermaster’s Song
13. Scout Camp
14. Scouting Spirit
15. Scouting Vespers
16. Take Me Out To the Scout Camp
17. Taps
18. Song of My Shoes
19. Cubservation
20. The Bear Song
21. My Boy Scout Hat
22. Oh I wish I were
23. Trusty Tommy
24. The Battle of New Orleans
25. Noah
26. Sleepy Camper
27. Ghost Chickens in the Sky
28. Song of My Shoes
29. My Name is Joe




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The Star Spangled Banner


(The Defense of Fort McHenry)

September 20, 1814

By Francis Scott Key


Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep's pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner forever shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
My Country 'Tis of Thee

Words:Samuel Francis Smith (1831)
Music: Unknown, from English Anthem "God Save the King/Queen"



 My country tis of thee,
 Sweet land of liberty,
 Of thee I sing.
 Land where my fathers died!
 Land of the Pilgrim's pride!
 From every mountain side,
 Let freedom ring!

 My native country, thee,
 Land of the noble free,
 Thy name I love.
 I love thy rocks and rills,
 Thy woods and templed hills;
 My heart with rapture fills
 Like that above.

 Let music swell the breeze,
 And ring from all the trees
 Sweet freedom's song.
 Let mortal tongues awake;
 Let all that breathe partake;
 Let rocks their silence break,
 The sound prolong.

 Our father's God to, Thee,
 Author of liberty,
 To Thee we sing.
 Long may our land be bright
 With freedom's holy light;
 Protect us by Thy might,
 Great God, our King!




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You're a Grand Old Flag
by George M. Cohan
You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love.
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love.
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
America the Beautiful
Music - Samuel A. Ward, 1888
Words - Katherine Lee Bates
1893

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thorough fare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.

America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

O beautiful for heroes prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.

America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.

America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.


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Stars and Stripes
John Phillips Sousa


                                           Let eagle shriek from lofty peak
 Let martial note in triumph float         The never-ending watchword of our
 And liberty extend its mighty hand        land;
 A flag appears 'mid thunderous cheers,    Let summer breeze waft through the
 The banner of the Western land.           trees
 The emblem of the brave and true          The echo of the chorus grand.
 Its folds protect no tyrant crew;         Sing out for liberty and light,
 The red and white and starry blue         Sing out for freedom and the right.
 Is freedom's shield and hope.             Sing out for Union and its might,
 Other nations may deem their flags the    O patriotic sons.
 best                                      Other nations may deem their flags the
 And cheer them with fervid elation        best
 But the flag of the North and South and   And cheer them with fervid elation,
 West                                      But the flag of the North and South and
 Is the flag of flags, the flag of         West
 Freedom's nation.                         Is the flag of flags, the flag of
                                           Freedom's nation.
 Hurrah for the flag of the free!
 May it wave as our standard forever,      Hurrah for the flag of the free.
 The gem of the land and the sea,          May it wave as our standard forever
 The banner of the right.                  The gem of the land and the sea,
 Let despots remember the day              The banner of the right.
 When our fathers with mighty endeavor     Let despots remember the day
 Proclaimed as they marched to the fray    When our fathers with might endeavor
 That by their might and by their right    Proclaimed as they marched to the fray,
 It waves forever.                         That by their might and by their right
                                           It waves forever.
                                         Yankee Doodle Dandy
                                              Samuel Francis Smith




                                                    Yankee doodle, keep it up,
Father and I went down to Camp,                     Yankee doodle dandy;
Along with Captain Gooding;                         Mind the music and the step,
And there we saw the men and boys,                  And with the girls be handy.
As thick as hasty pudding.
                                                    And every time they shoot it off,
Yankee doodle, keep it up,                          It takes a horn of powder;
Yankee doodle dandy;                                It makes a noise like father's gun,
Mind the music and the step,                        Only a nation louder.
And with the girls be handy.
                                                    Yankee doodle, keep it up,
There was Captain Washington                        Yankee doodle dandy;
Upon a slapping stallion,                           Mind the music and the step,
A-giving orders to his men,                         And with the girls be handy.
I guess there was a million.
                                                    I went as nigh to one myself,
Yankee doodle, keep it up,                          As' Siah's underpinning;
Yankee doodle dandy;                                And father went as nigh agin,
Mind the music and the step,                        I thought the deuce was in him.
And with the girls be handy.
                                                    Yankee doodle, keep it up,
And then the feathers on his hat,                   Yankee doodle dandy;
They looked so' tarnal fin-a,                       Mind the music and the step,
I wanted pockily to get                             And with the girls be handy.
To give to my Jemima.
                                                    We saw a little barrel, too,
Yankee doodle, keep it up,                          The heads were made of leather;
Yankee doodle dandy;                                They knocked upon it with little clubs,
Mind the music and the step,                        And called the folks together.
And with the girls be handy.
                                                    Yankee doodle, keep it up,
                                                    Yankee doodle dandy;
And then we saw a swamping gun,                     Mind the music and the step,
Large as a log of maple;                            And with the girls be handy.
Upon a deuced little cart,
A load for father's cattle.                         And there they'd fife away like fun,
                                                    And play on cornstalk fiddles,



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And some had ribbons red as blood,   And with the girls be handy.
All bound around their middles.
                                     And there I saw a pumpkin shell,
Yankee doodle, keep it up,           As big as mother's basin;
Yankee doodle dandy;                 And every time they touched it off,
Mind the music and the step,         They scampered like the nation.
And with the girls be handy.
                                     Yankee doodle, keep it up,
The troopers, too, would gallop up   Yankee doodle dandy;
And fire right in our faces;         Mind the music and the step,
It scared me almost to death         And with the girls be handy.
To see them run such races.

Yankee doodle, keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

Uncle Sam came there to change
Some pancakes and some onions,
For' lasses cake to carry home
To give his wife and young ones.

Yankee doodle, keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

But I can't tell half I see
They kept up such a smother;
So I took my hat off, made a bow,
And scampered home to mother.

Yankee doodle, keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cocked it;
It scared me so I streaked it off,
And hung by father's pocket.

Yankee doodle, keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
                                                   Akela's Trail
Cubmaster Mike’s Favorite Song
                                                   Tune: It's A Small World
The Famous Cubmaster Mike,
                                                   It's a world of fun, it's a world of joy,
He had one hundred Scouts,
                                                   And a smile comes easy to every boy.
He marched them up Scout Hill
                                                   Things that we've learned today,
And he marched them down again.
                                                   Lead along Akela's way.
And when you’re up,
                                                   We are Cub Scouts after all.
You’re UP.
And when you’re down,
                                                   Chorus:
You’re DOWN.
                                                   We are Cub Scouts after all,
And when you’re in the middle
                                                   To all Cub Scouts send the call.
You are neither up nor down.
                                                   Show Akela we stand tall,
                                                   We are Cub Scouts after all.

                                                   When we seek our quest, we will do our best,
Bug Juice                                          On Akela's trail, we will never fail.
                                                   Without any doubt's,
(Tune: On Top of Old Smokey)                       We will be loyal Scouts.
                                                   We are Cub Scouts after all.
At the camp with the Cub Scouts,
They gave us a drink.
We thought it was kool-aid,
because it was pink.

But the thing that they told us,
would've grossed out a moose,
For that great tasting pink drink,
was really bug juice.

It looked fresh and fruity,
like tasty kool-aids,
But the bugs that were in it,
were murdered with Raid.

We drank it by gallons,
we drank it by tons,
And the next morning,
we all had the runs.

So the next time you drink bug juice,
and a fly drives you mad,
He's just getting even,
'Cause you swallowed his Dad'




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Cub Scouts Whistle While they Work
Tune: Whistle While You Work


Cub Scouts whistle while they work!
Whistle
They pitch right in, and laugh, and grin,
And whistle while they work.

Cub Scouts hum a merry tune!
Hum
They hum all day at work and play,
They hum a merry tune.

Before they join the Scouts,
They have to know the rule,
Of being courteous and kind
In both their home and school.

Cub Scouts whistle while they work!
Whistle
They do their bit, they never quit,
Cub Scouts whistle while they work.
My Leader
Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
My leader fell into a pothole
In a glacier while climbing an Alp.
He's still there after 50 long winters,
And all you can see is his scalp.

Chorus:
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my leader to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my leader to me!

My leader was proud of his whiskers,
To shave them would give him the blues.
They hung all the way to his ankles,
And he used them for shining his shoes.

Chorus

My leader had faith in a sailboat
He'd built from an old hollow tree.
My leader set sail for Australia,
Now my leader lies under the sea.

Chorus

My leader made friends with hyenas,
He gave them a ride on his raft.
When a crocodile reached up and grabbed him,
The hyenas just sat there and laughed.

Chorus

My leader annoyed his dear parents
They tossed him right out of the bus.
And if we don't mend our behavior,
Why that's what will happen to us.




                                          Page 12 of 28
The Quartermaster's Song

There are snakes, snakes, snakes
Big as garden rakes,
At the store! At the store!
There are snakes, snakes, snakes,
Big as garden rakes, at the Quartermaster's store.

Chorus
My eyes are dim I can-not see.
I have not got my specs with me.
I have HEY! Not HO! got my specs with me.

There are mice, mice, mice
Running though the rice,
At the store! At the store!
There are mice, mice, mice,
Running through the rice, at the Quartermaster's store.

Chorus

Continue with each of the following:
3. lice - living on the mice.
4. rats - big as alley cats.
5. roaches - big as football coaches
6. watches - big as sasquaches
7. snakes - big as garden rakes
8. bears - but no one really cares
9. beavers - with little meat cleavers
10. foxes - stuffed in little boxes
Scout Camp

The busses that you ride in, they say are mighty fine,
But when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind.

Chorus
Oh, I don’t want to go to Boy/Girl Scout Camp.
Gee, Mom, I want to go, but they won’t let me go;
Gee, Mom, I want to go home.

The leaders that they have here, they say are mighty fine,
But when you get up closer, they look like frankenstein.

The first aid that they give you, they say is mighty fine,
But if you cut your finger, you’re left with only nine.

The water that they have here they say is mighty fine,
But when you try to drink it, it tastes like turpentine.

The biscuits that they serve you, they say are mighty fine,
But one rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine.

The spaghetti that they serve you, they say is mighty fine
They rinse it the toilet and drain it on the line.

The cocoa that they serve you, they say is mighty fine
It’s good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine.

The tents/cabins that you sleep in, they say are mighty fine,
But whoever said this has never slept in mine.

The toilets that they have here are the best that they can get,
Last night my tent mate had to go, they haven’t found him yet.




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Scouting Spirit
Tune: "Joy in My Heart"
I've got that Scouting spirit,
Up in my head,
Up in my head,
Up in my head,
I've got that Scouting spirit,
Up in my head,
Up in my head to stay.

I've got that Scouting spirit,
Deep in my heart
continue as in first verse

I've got that Scouting spirit,
Down in my feet
continue as in first verse

I've got that Scouting spirit,
All over me
continue as in first verse

I've got that Scouting spirit,
Up in my head,
Deep in my heart,
Down in my feet,
I've got that Scouting spirit,
All over me,,
All over me to stay.
Scout Vesper
Tune: "Tannenbaum"
Softly falls the light of day,
While our campfire fades away.
Silently each scout should ask:
"Have I done my daily task?
Have I kept my honor bright?
Can I guiltless sleep tonight?
Have I done and have I dared
Everything to be prepared.?"

Listen Lord, oh listen Lord,
As I whisper soft and low,
Bless my Mom and bless my Dad,
There is something they should know.
I have kept my honor bright.
The Oath and Law has been my guide.
Mom and Dad, this you should know,
Deep in my heart I love you so.




Take Me Out to the Scout Camp
Tune: "Take Me Out to the Ballpark"
Take me out to the scout camp,
Take me out with my Troop,
Buy me some goodies and leathercrafts,
I don't care if I ever get back,
For it's swim, shoot, climb with the camp staff
If they're not trained it's a shame
For it's 1, 2, 3 miles you hike at the old scout camp




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Taps

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night.

Thanks and praise, for our days,
'Neath the sun, 'neath the stars, neath the sky;
As we go, this we know, God is nigh.

Sun has set, shadows come,
Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds
Always true to the promise that they made.

While the light fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend.
                              Song of my Shoes
                       Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
My shoes have seen the glory of the growing of a Scout.
My shoes have been in water steppin' in and steppin' out.
My shoes have hiked through forest to the top of the mount;
My shoes are wearing out!
Chorus
Groovy, Radical, and Awesome (repeat 3x)
My shoes are wearing out!
My shoes have seen the bottom of the dirty fishy creek,
My shoes have been all covered with the gooey, muddy cake,
My shoes have seen the same old socks for seven days this week,
My shoes do really stink!
Chorus
Groovy, Radical, and Awesome (repeat 3x)
My shoes do really stink!
My shoes are torn and tattered climbing fences packed in rust,
My shoes are stained and spattered with some yucky insect guts,
My shoes are oozing slime and fill my Mom with disgust,
My shoes have bit the dust!
Chorus
Groovy, Radical, and Awesome (repeat 3x)
My shoes have bit the dust!




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                                    Cubservation
                                   Tune: Allouette
Chorus:
Cubservation: Thats Cub Scout Conservation.
Cubservation Means more for me and you.
Leader: Will- we pick up all the trash?
Cubs: Yes, we'll pick up all the trash.
All: Oh!
Chorus:
Leader: Will we clean up Bradford Park?
Cubs: Yes, We'll Clean up Bradford Park.
Leader: Pick up trash?
Cubs: Pick up trash!
All:      Oh!
Chorus:
Leader: Will we plant a dozen trees?
Cubs: Yes, we’ll plant a dozen trees
Leader: Clean up parks?
Cube: Clean up parks!
Leader: Pick up trash?
Cubs: Pick up trash!
All: Oh!
Chorus:
Leader: Will we clean up lakes and streams?
Cubs: Yes, we'll clean up lakes and streams.
Leader: Plant some trees?
Cubs: Plant some trees!
Leader: Clean up parks?
Cubs: Clean up parks!
Leader: Pick up trash?
Cubs: Pick up trash! All: Oh!
Chorus:
Will we recycle all our cans?

Will we bring in old cell phone?
                                           The Bear Song
Leader: Group, echoing:                                   But right behind
The other day (The other day)                             Me was that bear
I saw a bear (I saw a bear)
A great big bear (A great big bear)                       But ahead of me
A way up there (A way up there)                           There was a tree
                                                          A great big tree
Everyone:                                                 Oh, Glory Be!
The other day I saw a bear
A great big bear a way up there                           But the lowest branch
                                                          Was ten feet up
[Continue this pattern throughout the song.]              I'd have to trust
I looked at him                                           My luck to jump
He looked at me
I sized up him                                            And so I jumped
He sized up me                                            Into the air
                                                          But I missed that branch
He says to me                                             A way up there
Why don't you run
I see you ain't                                           Now don't you fret
Got any gun                                               Now don't you frown
                                                          'Cause I caught that branch
I said to him                                             On the way back down
That's a good idea
So come on feet                                           That's all there is
Let's get out of here                                     There ain't no more
                                                          Unless I meet
And so I ran                                              That bear once more
Away from there




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                              MY BOY SCOUT HAT
To the tune of "Finiculee Finicula"

One day I took with me upon the subway,
My Boy Scout Hat, My Boy Scout Hat.
I laid it down upon the seat beside me,
My Boy Scout Hat, My Boy Scout Hat.
A big Scoutmaster came and sat upon it.

My Boy Scout hat, he squashed it flat!
A big Scoutmaster came and sat upon it.
My Boy Scout Hat, he squashed it flat!
Christopher Columbus! Now what do ya' think of that?

A big Scoutmaster sat upon my hat.
My hat he broke, and that's no joke!
My hat he broke and that's no joke!
Christopher Columbus! Now what do ya' think of that?


TRUSTY TOMMY
Tune: "Yankee Doodle Dandy"


TRUSTY Tommy was a Scout, LOYAL to his mother, HELPFUL to the
folks about, and FRIENDLY to his brother.

COURTEOUS to the girls he knew, KIND unto his rabbit, OBEDIENT
to his father too, and CHEERFUL in his habits.

THRIFTY saving for a need, BRAVE, but not a faker, CLEAN in thought
and word and deed, and REVERENT to his Maker.
OH I WISH I WERE
(Tune: "If You're Happy and You Know It")

Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap.
Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap. I would slippy
and I'd slidey, Over everybody's hidey.
Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap.

Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of mud.
Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of mud.
I would ooey and I'd gooey,
Under everybody's shoey.
Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of mud.

 Oh, I wish I were a little can of pop.
Oh, I wish I were a little can of pop. I'd
go down with a slurp, and come up with a burp.
Oh, I wish I were a little can of pop.

Oh, I wish I were a little slippery root.
Oh, I wish I were a little slippery root.
I would sit upon the trail,
And knock everyone on his tail.
Oh, I wish I were a little slippery root.

Oh, I wish I were a little mosquito.
Oh, I wish I were a little mosquito.
I'd buzzy and I'd bitey,
Under everybody's nighty.
Oh, I wish I were a little mosquito.

Oh, I wish I were a little bitty orange.
Oh, I wish I were a little bitty orange.
I'd go squirty, squirty, squirty,
Over everybody's shirty.
Oh, I wish I were a little bitty orange.




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THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS


In 1814 we took a little trip,
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
And we met the bloody British near the town of New Orleans.

Chorus:

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'.
There wasn't nigh as many as they was a while ago.
We fired once more and they begin to runnin',
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.



We looked down the river and we see'd the British come...
There must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring;
While we stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Chorus



 Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise.
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire till we see'd their faces well;
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em--Well.

Chorus

They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles,
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Chorus
We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down,
So we grabbed an alligator and we poured an other round.
We put the ball between his teeth and powdered his behind,
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.

Chorus

They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles,
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em,
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

NOAH

The Lord told Noah' there's gonna be a floody, floody.
The Lord told Noah' there's gonna be a floody, floody.
Get those animals out of the muddy, muddy,
Children of the Lord.

Chorus:
Oh rise and shout and give God your glory, glory.
Oh rise and shout and give God your glory, glory.
Oh rise and shout and give God your glory, glory.
Children of the lord.

So Noah, he built him, he built him an arky, arky.
So Noah, he built him, he built him an arky, arky.
Built it out of Hickory barky, barky.
Children of the Lord.

Chorus

The animals they came on, they came
on by twosies, twosies.
The animals they came on, they came
on by twosies, twosies.
Elephants and kangaroosies, roosies.
Children of the Lord.

Chorus

It rained and poured for forty daysies, daysies.
It rained and poured for forty daysies, daysies.
All most drove those animals crazy, crazy.
Children of the Lord.




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Chorus

The sun came out and dried up the landy, landy.
The sun came out and dried up the landy, landy.
Everything was fine and dandy,
dandy Children of the Lord.

Chorus

SLEEPY CAMPER

What do you do with a sleepy camper?
What do you do with a sleepy camper?
What do you do with a sleepy camper
Early in the morning?

Chorus:

Way hey late, ye risers. Way hey late, ye risers.
Way hey late, ye risers.
Early in the morning.

Pull him out of bed with a running bowline.
Pull him out of bed with a running bowline.
Pull him out of bed with a running
bowline Early in the morning.

Chorus

Throw him in the lake with his pants on backwards.
Throw him in the lake with his pants on backwards.
Throw him in the lake with his pants on backwards
Early in the morning.

Chorus

Put him in to bed an hour sooner.
Put him in to bed an hour sooner.
Put him in to bed an hour sooner.
Early in the evening.
Ghost Chickens in the Sky

A chicken farmer went out to take a walk one day
He paused by the coop as he walked along his way
All at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye;
It was a sight he dreaded...
Ghost Chickens in the Sky

("Cluck the chorus - sort of - until the last line)
Ghost chickens in the sky

He'd been a chicken farmer since he was twenty-four
Working for the colonel for thirty years or more.
Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry,
And now they want revenge....
Ghost Chickens in the Sky

chorus - get your partner, or audience, to cluck in harmony.

Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes were fiery red
They had no wings or feathers; these chickens were dead
They picked that farmer up and he died by the claw.
They cooked him extra crispy
And ate him with cole slaw.

chorus - repeat ad nauseum)




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Song of my Shoes
Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mt. Diablo Silverado Council

My shoes have seen the glory of the growing of a Scout.
My shoes have been in water steppin' in and steppin' out.
My shoes have hiked through forest to the top of the mount;
My shoes are wearing out!
Chorus
Groovy, Radical, and Awesome (repeat 3x)
My shoes are wearing out!
My shoes have seen the bottom of the dirty fishy creek,
My shoes have been all covered with the gooey, muddy cake,
My shoes have seen the same old socks for seven days this week,
My shoes do really stink!
Chorus
Groovy, Radical, and Awesome (repeat 3x)
My shoes do really stink!
My shoes are torn and tattered climbing fences packed in rust,
My shoes are stained and spattered with some yucky insect guts,
My shoes are oozing slime and fill my Mom with disgust,
My shoes have bit the dust!
Chorus
Groovy, Radical, and Awesome (repeat 3x)
My shoes have bit the dust!
My Name is Joe

(Everyone up, act out each action, and keep doing it, until you can do no more)

Hi!
My name is Joe.
I’ve got a wife three kids and I work in a button factory.
One day my boss say, “Joe”
“Are you busy?”
I said, “NOOOOOO!”
He said “GOOOOOOD!”
“You can push this button with your right hand”

(Repeat, add actions)
You can push this button with your left hand.

You can push this button with your left foot

……………………… right foot

……………….hips

………………..tongue

…………………….nose

Etc… until Joe says “YES”




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