Greenville, RI Pack 3
Cub Scout Songs
Greater Lowell Council
Cub Scout Songbook
Produced by the Greater Lowell Council Cub Scout Roundtable Staff
1998
Why songs? Remember the great times singing those songs in school or that song that rumbled the rafters at church? The feeling after these songs really lifted the spirits. Singing is fun! Songs can create enthusiasm or set a mood.
To be a successful song leader, all that is required are a few tips about how to lead songs. Voice? Don't worry about it! A voice like that of a crooner or an operatic star is not necessary. Never apologize. It's easy and it's fun to lead songs. Just follow these hints to be a song leader!
A song leader must break the ice, particularly with a new group. Do things that will break down the reserve and get everyone into the group spirit. At the beginning of the first song period, announce that the group will do things together. Ask a Cub Scout to stand in front of the group and throw his neckerchief into the air and then catch it. Have him do this several times. Tell the group that they can yell as long as the neckerchief is in the air, but must stop instantly when the neckerchief is caught. Suggest such words as "yip-pee, wahoo, Akela, Wolf, Bear, Webelos" etc. Everyone should yell something.
1. Begin with a song that everyone knows. Announce the name and the tune (if it isn't an original song).
2. Sing the first few bars, or sing the entire song. This will give the pitch and the proper tempo. If there is a piano and a pianist or a recording of the song, use them to teach the song.
3. Then start the song. How? Tell the group to begin singing after the first few words, then signal, such as a simple down motion with the hands is given.
4. What about hand motions? Start with simple up and down motions. Then use these motions to keep time with the rhythm and the syllables of the words as they are sung. The movement of the hands should indicate those notes that are to be prolonged or quickened. In the same way, raise or lower the hands to regulate the volume. Get into the proper swing and rhythm. Put some personality and pep into it. Put the entire body into song leading.
5. Insist on quality, not volume. Expect everyone to sing.
6. Use songs that fit the occasion. Start with lively songs and end the program with something inspirational.
7. Songs should be taught in the weekly den meeting, using songbooks only until the words are learned. Everybody should be ready for some real singing at the monthly pack meeting.
8. If the first song doesn't measure up to expectations, "kid" the group along. Don't reprimand! For instance, try some competition. Put dens one and two against dens three and four...or boys against parents..or moms against dads. Use only one short song to get everyone into the proper spirit.
9. In small groups, someone can often begin a song and everyone joins in naturally without formal leadership.
Have you ever seen song leaders get up in front of a group and say something like this: "Now were all going to sing 'Home,on the Range'-ready, sing!" They probably wondered why everybody started at different times in different keys-or didn�t start at all '
Singing is fun. Leading and teaching songs can be fun, too. But there are certain sensible rules a song leader must follow. These rules aren�t difficult. You don� t have to sing like Caruso or wave a baton like Toscanini to lead songs well. Many top'sbng leaders are only average singers themselves, and many get excellent results with a minimum of arm motion. So can you. Here are some tips.
1. Smile at your group. Relax. Radiate confidence and enthusiasm, even if you don't feel particularly confident or enthusiastic. Morale catches.
2. Tell them the name of the song they're going to sing. Always start with a rousing, well-known, warmup number so that everybody, including you, can sing out with confidence.
3. Be sure to give the pitch. Sing a few bars yourself, or have a couple of bars played if an instrument is available.
4. Start the singing with a slight upward arm motion and then a decisive downward motion (a downbeat). Begin singing yourself on the downbeat. Don't worry if some don't start with the first note-they'll join in quickly.
5. Beat time with a simple up-and-down motion of the arm, but make it definite and brisk. You're in command.
6. Control volume by raising your hands for loudness and lowering them for softness.
7. Move around a little. Inject a little pep and personality. Keep smiling.
8. Spark enthusiasm by dividing the crowd for a song or two. Groups can sing separately when you point to them, and then all together. Vary unison singing with occasional humming, whispering, or rhythm clapping.
9. Stop before you're stopped. Leave them wanting more, not glad that you stopped.
Teaching a song is a part of song leading, so all the above tips apply. Teaching offers some special challenges, which these hints might help you meet:
1. Always warm up the crowd with well-known songs before trying out a new one.
2. Provide copies of the words. Use songbooks, reproduced song sheets, or words on a blackboard or large sheet of paper.
3. Sing the new song through alone or with a small group that already knows it.
4. Let singers try a verse at a time, slowly at first. When they master it, pick up speed.
5. Musical accompaniment helps-a piano, accordion, guitar, or harmonica are all good because they can play harmony, not just single melody notes.
6. When the group has sung it a time or two, stop-dorf t make it a music lesson.
Use every chance you have to lead and teach songs. Practice on your den, your pack, and even your family, whenever you can. In song leading, as in most musical accomplishments, it takes "do!' to get "know-how."
(Tune: "Farmer in the Dell)
We're glad to see you here,
It gives us joy and cheer.
Sure, it's true, we say to you,
We're glad to see you here.
Hail, hail, the gang's all here,
Never mind the weather
Here we are together;
Hail, hail, the gang's all here,
Sure we're glad that you're here, too!
Hail, hail, the gang's all here,
We're a bunch of live ones,
Not a single dead one;
Hail, hail, the gang's all here,
Sure I'm glad that I'm here, too!
(Tune: "Auld Lang Syne")
We're here for fun right from the start,
So drop your dignity;
Just laugh and sing with all your heart,
And show your loyalty,
May all your troubles be forgot,
Let this night be best;
Join in the songs we sing tonight,
Be happy with the rest.
(Tune: "You're a Grand Old Flag")
We're a Cub Scout pack, we're a high-flying pack;
Down the trail of Akela we go,
From Wolf to Bear to Webelos,
As into good Cub Scouts we grow.
Every Cub is true to the gold and the blue,
And he never forgets the fact
That all the fun a boy could want
He can find in a Cub Scout pack.
(Tune: "Auld Lang Syne")
We welcome you to our Cub Scout pack,
We're mightly glad you're here.
We'll start the air reverberating
With a mighty cheer.
We'll sing you in, we'll sing you out,
For you we'll raise a shout.
Hail, hail, the gang's all here today,
You're welcome to our pack!
(Tune: Take Me Out to the Ballgame)
Let's go out to the pack meet,
Let's all join in the fun,
Song and games and lots of joys,
We'll have fun with all of the boys,
So, come on, let's work together
And make Cub Scouting a treat..
For it's Wolves, Bears, Webelos Scouts
At our old pack meet.
(Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
Our shirts have seen the coming of another Cub Scout award;
The Bobcat first, the Wolf came next, and soon the Webelos, too.
We're proud to wear them 'cause we've earned them.
Now our question's this: How do we stick them on?
Chorus
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Do we sew them, do we glue them?
Gee, I've got to hand it to you;
How do we get these on?
This tiny patch of glory that our uniform displays
Can slip right through our fingertips or get lost in our cars;
Unless we take it home to Mom, for then we can relax,
We know she'll get it on.
Chorus
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Do we sew them, do we glue them?
Gee, I've got to hand it to you;
How do we get these on?
(From Den Chief Handbook, pg. 75)
(Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
I like bananas, coconuts, and grapes,
I like bananas, coconuts, and grapes,
I like bananas, coconuts, and grapes,
That's why they call me
(Yell) Tarzan of the Apes!
(Tune: "Brownie Smile Song")
I have something in my pocket that I found behind a log,
My leader said to put it back. It's a great big slippery frog!
It's squishy and it's slimy and it wiggles in my hand.
I also have a wooly worm and a pocket full of sand.
(Tune: "I've Been Working on the Roadroad")
We're a pack of happy Cub Scouts,
Tribe of Webelos.
We'll eventually be Boy Scouts,
As everybody knows.
Don't you want to come and join us -
Be with all the rest?
Don't you want to be a Cub Scout?
Come and do your best.
(Tune: I've Been Working on the Railroad)
We're a pack of happy Cub Scouts,
"Webelos" is our tribe.
We are waiting to be Boy Scouts,
When we become of age.
Don't you want to come and join us,
Join our happy Pack?
Don't you want to be a Cub Scout?
Come, and "DO YOUR BEST,"
(Cheer YOUR BEST)
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmit,
His name is my name too.
Whenever we go out the people always shout,
"John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmit"
Da da da da da da da
(Tune: "A-Hunting We Will Go")
The grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men.
He marched them up the hill,
And marched them down again.
And when you're up, you're up;
And when down, you're down.
And when you're only halfway up,
You're neither up nor down.
(Tune: "Rise and Shine'?
The Lord said to Noah, �There's gonna be a floody, floody,"
Lord said to Noah, "There's gonna be a floody, floody,"
Get those animals out of the muddy, muddy,
Children of the Lord. .
Chorus:
So rise and shine and sing out your glory, glory,
Rise and shine and sing out your glory, glory,
Rise and shine and sing out your glory, glory,
Children of the Lord.
So Noah, he built him, he built him an arky, arky,
Noah, he built him, he built him an arky, arky,
Thatched it up with hickory barky, barky,
Children of the Lord.
Chorus
The animals, they came in, they came in by twosy, twosy,
Animals, they came in, they came in by twosy, twosy,
Elephants, giraffes, and kangaroosy, roosies,
Children of the Lord.
Chorus
It rained and poured, it rained forty daysy, daysy:
It rained and poured, it rained forty daysy, daysy:
Drove those animals nearly crazy, crazy
Children of the Lord
Chorus
The sun came out and dried the landy, landy
Sun came out and dried up the landy, landy,
Everything was fine and dandy, dandy,
Children of the Lord
Chorus
The animals came off, they came off by threesy, threesies,
Animals came off, they came off by threesy, threesies,
Bugs and bears and bumble beesey, beesey,
Children of the Lord
Chorus
And this is the end of, the end of the story, story,
This is the end of, the end of the story, story,
And everything is hunky dory, dory,
Children of the Lord.
Chorus
(Tune: "Auld Lang Syne")
Two little fleas together sat;
They cried, and one Fea said,
"I've had no place to lay my head
Since my old dog is dead. .
I've traveled far from place to place,
And farther I will roam;
But the next old dog that shows his face
Will be my home, sweet home."
(Tune: "Stars and Stripes Forever")
Be kind to your web-footed friends,
For a duck may be somebody's mother.
Be kind to your friends in the swamp,
Where the weather's cool and damp.
You may think that this is the end
Well--it is!
Little rabbit Fufu hopping through the forest picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head and down came the good fairy and she said: �Little rabbit Fufo, I don�t want to see you picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head. I�ll give you three chances and then I�ll turn you into a goon.�.
Little rabbit Fufu hopping through the forest picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head and down came the good fairy and she said: �Little rabbit Fufo, I don�t want to see you picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head. I�ll give you two chances and then I�ll turn you into a goon.�.
Little rabbit Fufu hopping through the forest picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head and down came the good fairy and she said: �Little rabbit Fufo, I don�t want to see you picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head. I�ll give you one chance and then I�ll turn you into a goon.�.
Little rabbit Fufu hopping through the forest picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head and down came the good fairy and she said: �Little rabbit Fufo,. I�ll given you three changes and now I�m turning you into a goon.�.
The moral of the story is: Hare today, goon tomorrow.
The littlest worm, I ever saw, was stuck in my soda straw.
He said to me, �Don�t take a sip, for if you do, I�ll surely slip.�
I took a sip, and he went down, all through my pipes, he must have drowned.
He was my pal, He was my friend, and now he�s gone, and that�s the end.
The moral of this little tale, If you see a worm, just don�t inhale!
Alice the camel has (number) humps,
Alice the camel has (number) humps,
Alice the camel has (number) humps,
Go Alice Go!
(Repeat down the numbers)
(Last Verse)
Alice the camel has no humps, cause Alice was a horse!
(Tune: �Clementine�)
When Akela holds his council,
And the campfire�s all aglow,
We will form a friendship circle
As we sing so sweet and low.
Oh Akela, brave Akela,
True and fair Cub Scouts we�ll be.
To our Promise and the Pack Law,
We will pledge our loyalty.
(Tune: Turkey in the Straw)
Do your ears hang low, do they waggle to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder like a continental soldier
Do yours ears hang low?
Do your ears stick out, can you waggle them about?
Can you flap them up and down as you fly around the town?
Can you shut them up for sure when you hear an awful bore?
Do you ears stick out?
Do your ears stand high, do they reach up to the sky?
Do they droop when they're wet, do they stiffen when they're dry
Can you semaphore your neighbor with the minimum of labor?
Do you ears stand high?
Dog.
Dog, cat.
Dog, cat, mouse.
Froggie!
Itsy, bitsy, teeny weeny, little bitty froggie.
Jump, jump, jump little froggie.
Spiders and flies are scrum-deli-icious.
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, CROAK.
(Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw)
The other day, I met a bear.
Out in the woods, away out there.
He looked at me, I looked at him,
He sized up me, I sized up him.
He says to me, "Why don't you run?
Cause I can see, you have no gun."
I says to him, "That's a good idea.
Now lets get going, get me out of here!"
I began to run, away from there,
But right behind me was that bear.
And on the path ahead of me,
I saw a tree, Oh glory be.
The lowest branch was ten feet up,
l'd have to jump and trust to luck.
And so I jumped into the air,
But I missed that branch away up there.
Now don 't you fret, and don�t you frown,
I caught that branch on the way back down.
That's all there is, there ain't no more,
Unless I meet that bear once more.
(Tune: Sippin Cider)
The other day, I saw a bear
A big white bear, I had to stare.
He stared right back, And seemed to grin.
His long white fangs, Hung to his chin.
He moved toward me, Upon four paws.
And those four paws, Held six-inch claws.
I couldn't move. My feet were froze,
As I saw steam, Shoot from his nose.
But I was safe, Because I knew,
This polar bear, Was at the zoo.
(Tune: Frosty the Snowman)
Tommy, the Cub Scout
Was a very happy boy
With a uniform of blue and gold
And a den that gave him joy.
Tommy, the Cub Scout
earned his badges one by one.
he did his best and he met the test;
A good citizen he's become.
He helps out other people
When he sees they need a lot.
He does his chores around the house
And he feeds his dog named Spot.
Tommy, the Cub Scout
Does his duty willingly.
Someday he'll join a Boy Scout troop
And a fine man he will be.
I've got that Cub Scout spirit
up in my head,
Up in my head,
Up in my head.
I've got that Cub Scout spirit
Up in my head
Up in my head to stay.
I've got that Cub Scout spirit
deep in my heart
I've got that Cub Scout spirit
down in my feet
I've got that Cub Scout spirit
all over me...
(Tune: 'Do Re Mi' )
DO to us means Do Your Best
RE are cheers for all the fun,
MI is what I do myself
FA means father, mom and son.
SO what happens to our pack
LA with lots of this and that?
TI together to the top (Clap, clap)
Then that brings us back to Do....
Repeat
DO..TI..LA..SO..FA..MI..RE..Do..
DO YOUR BEST!
(Tune: Alouette)
Ravioli, I like ravioli: ravioli, it's so good for me.
Leader: Do I have it in my hair?
Yes you have it in your hair.
Leader: In my hair? OHHH...
Ravioli, I like ravioli: ravioli, it's so good for me.
Continue: Chin, tie, shirt, pants, shoes, floor. Repeat the items mentioned with each verse sung.
(Tune: �There Is a Tavern in the Town�)
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
Eyes and ears and mouth and nose,
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
Action
1st time Sing straight through, touching parts of the body.
2nd time Omit singing �head� and touch it.
3rd time Same as 2nd, plus omit singing �shoulders� and touch them.
4th time Same as 3rd, plus omit singing �knees�, and touch them.
5th time Same as 4th, plus omit singing �toes�, and touch them.
Under the spreading chestnut tree
Where I held you on my knee,
We were happy as could be,
Under the spreading chestnut tree
Actions
Spreading - arms outstretched over head.
Chest - strike chest
Nut - tap head
Tree - arms outstretched over head.
Held - arms as though embracing.
Knee - strike knee.
Happy - Scowl and emit a growl.
Last line same as first.
(Everyone remains seated but uses their hands to show the height and width of the animals concerned).
Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o,
And on his farm he had some pigs, ee-i, ee-i, o,
Tall pigs, short pigs, short pigs, tall pigs,
Fat pigs, thin pigs, thin pigs, fat pigs,
Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o,
Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o,
And on his farm he had some cows, ee-i, ee-i, o,
Tall cows, short cows, short cows, tall cows,
Fat cows, thin cows, thin cows, fat cows,
Tall pigs, short pigs, short pigs, tall pigs,
Fat pigs, thin pigs, thin pigs, fat pigs,
Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o,
(Tune: "Are You Sleeping")
We are Vikings.
We are Vikings.
Away we sail.
Away we sail.
In our mighty Dragon ships.
In our mighty Dragon ships.
Row and bail.
Row and bail.
(Tune: "We Were Strolling Through the Park One Day")
We were sailing on the sea one day,
In and out of Irish Bay;
We were taken by surprise
By a pair of glowing eyes,
While sailing on the sea one day.
We tried to turn our ship around;
A green and slimy thing we found.
It was swimming by the shores,
Making silly, goofy snores,
While sailing on the sea one day.
We anchored to let the creature near;
He was here and there and there and here.
He smiled and rolled his eyes,
So we waved and said good-byes,
While sailing on the sea one day.
I went to the animal fair, -
The birds and the beasts were there. -
The big baboon by the light of the moon,
Was combing his auburn hair.-
You ought to have seen the monk, -
He climbed up the elephants's trunk. -
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees,
And what became of the monk? -
The monk, the monk, the monk, the monk.
(Tune: "Camptown Races")
Cub Scouts all join in the song,
Doo-dah, doo-dah!
Pine car track is mightly long,
Oh, doo-dah day!
Going to run so fast,
Going to get ahead.
Bet my money on a blue pine car,
Somebody bet on the red.
Red cars, blue cars, white, and gray,
Doo-dah, doo-dah!
Running on the track today,
Oh, doo-dah day!
Going to run so fast,
Going to get ahead.
Bet my money on a blue pine car,
Somebody bet on the red.
They're the pride of all the lads,
Doo-dah, doo-dah!
Built by Cub Scouts, moms, and dads,
Oh, doo-dah day!
Going to run so fast,
Going to get ahead.
Bet my money on a blue pine car,
Somebody bet on the red.
(Tune: Camptown Races)
Pinewood Derby's here again,
Oh Boy, Oh Boy!
Dad and I would like to win,
Oh boy, we will try!
Chorus:
My pop's thumb is sore,
from the carving knife!
Wish he'd let me try it too,
You can bet your life!
Our car looks a little weird,
Oh my, oh my!
Glad it doesn't have to be steered,
Oh my, time to go!
Now it's racing down the track,
Hurry, Hurry!
We're close to the finish line,
Hurry up and pass!
(Tune: "On Top of Old Smokey")
We were all at the banquet, on Blue and Gold day.
The whole family came there, to eat and to play.
Our blue and gold banquet's the best one in town,
We celebrate Scouting while gulping food down.
They brought out a cake, with candles atop,
I counted the candles, And I didn�t stop.
Somebody told me, We�re ____ years old.
I could not believe, What I had been told.
Cub Scouting's a pleasure and eating is too,
So pass the fried chicken, hooray gold and blue!
(Tune: O Tannenbaum)
O Blue and Gold, O Blue and Gold.
You know it stands for truth untold.
O Blue and Gold, O Blue and Gold.
The youth that wear it aren�t so old.
So carry on your colors bright.
Until the whole world you will light.
O Blue and Gold, O Blue and Gold.
The memories live though we grow old.
(Tune: My Bonnie)
Think blue and you're thinking of Cub Scouts.
Think blue and you're thinking of Boys.
Think blue and you're thinking of families.
of outings and picnic and joys.
chorus:
Think blue, think blue.
Think blue of our Bobcats and wolves and bears.
Think blue, think blue,
First Webelos, then Scout badge we'll wear.
Think blue and you're thinking of friendship.
Think blue and you're thinking of fun.
Think blue and you're thinking of goodtimes.
For Cub families and their sons.
(chorus)
(Tune: Jingle Bells)
While dashing out to find
Things for Blue and Gold,
We made some nifty napkin rings
And placemats to behold.
The nut cups they were neat,
And name tags were just right.
Oh, what fun it is to have
A Blue and Gold tonight!
Chorus
Blue and Gold, Blue and Gold
Banquet time is here.
Time to sing and celebrate
Cub Scouting�s finest years.
(Repeat chorus)
(Tune: "Yankee Doodle")
I'll carve a fearful pumpkin face
As well as I am able.
And when it's done I'll light it up,
And set it on a table.
I'll fit it so that passersby
Will see and get the quivers;
For Halloween's the time to play
That you have shakes and shivers.
(Tune: �On Top Of Old Smokey)�
We�re hep at the roundtable (paaa-ck)
And filled full of fun
We hope that you came here
To meet everyone
And have a good time folks
And learn something too
To take home to your pack (family)
Some things that are new.
And while you are learning,
You�re see the right way
Of helping your Cub Scouts
On their rugged way
And soon they will grow up,
And you will be glad
That you were a cubber when
He was a lad.
For Cubbing�s a pleasure, and
Fun it should be
For Cubbing ain�t Cubbing if
It�s misery.
So light up your face folks
And let�s have some fun
For you are in Cubbing
and Cubbing is fun.
(Tune: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious)
Supercaliforniasurfer,
Expert of the ocean.
Even though the most of them
Do not use suntan lotion.
When they hit the waves too hard
They always cause a motion.
Supercaliforniasurfer,
Expert of the ocean.
Um didle iddle iddle um diddle lie,
Um didle iddle iddle um diddle lie,
Because I was afraid to surf
When I was just a lad,
My father took my board away
And told me I was bad.
But when I learned the word
That every surfer knows,
The biggest word you ever heard,
And this is how it goes,
(Repeat first verse)
(Tune: Clementine)
Do a push up, do a pull up,
Do a 30 yard run.
We build muscles as we hustle,
All the time we're having fun.
Running broad jump, do a high jump.
Throw the ball way out of sight,
Lift bar bells with all your might.
Watch 'em flexing, watch 'em bulging,
Watch our muscles growing strong.
Building muscles in our backyard,
That will last a whole life long.
(Tune: A hunting we will go)
This is an action song.
A-stretching we will go,
Moving to and fro.
And when we're done,
We've had some fun,
And relaxed our muscles, too.
Come on, folks, let's stand,
And raise up high each hand.
Then spread them wide.
Now to your side,
As your muscles you relax.
Now let us stamp our feet,
But please don't take your seat.
Before you're down,
Please turn around,
And then you'll take your seat.
(Tune: �My Bonnie�)
As Cub Scouts we�ll always be happy,
Be loyal, be game, and be fair;
And soon by our work and endeavor,
Be Wolf Cubs or Web�los or Bears.
Be game - be fair -
We�ll do our best everywhere we go.
Be game - be fair -
Cub Scouts give goodwill where they go.
(Tune: I'm singing in the Rain)
I'm playing in the snow.
I'm playing in the snow.
What a glorious feeling
It's snowing again.
Making snowman tonight
For the whole world to see
I'm happy just playing
In the snow.
(Tune: BINGO)
Every Cub Scout has a friend
and Santa is his name, sir
S-A-N-T-A, S-A-N-T-A
S-A-N-T-A and Santa is his name.
Sing song through six times, the first time just spelling out the name S A N T A; second time, spell out first four letters and clap the A etc.
(Tune: Joy to the World)
Joy to the world, our Cubs are here.
Let all the pack rejoice.
Their badges they have earned today.
Award them now without delay
Let all the pack now cheer.
Let all the pack now cheer.
For those Cub Scouts who advanced today.
(Tune: On Top of Old Smokey)
On top of the igloo,
All covered with snow.
Stood 43 reindeer
And twelve Eskimos.
They stood there for hours.
Not one reindeer moved.
The Eskimos also
Seemed froze in their shoes.
But as I look closer
The secret I knew.
The hooves and the snowshoes
Were stuck in ig-glue!
When it's spring time in Alaska
And it's ninety-nine below
Where the Eskimos go barefoot
In forty feet of snow.
Where the polar bears get sunburned
And the seals sing all the day
When it's spring time in Alaska
I'll be headed the other way.
Yankee Doodle went to Alaska
Just to see a walrus
Stuck some blubber in his hat.
And called it really gross.
Yankee Doodle freeze your nose,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Don't lose your fingers and your toes,
And don't eat blubber candy.
(Tune., When Johnny Comes Marchlng Home)
I am a daring astronaut, Hurrah, Hurrah.
I'm getting ready to blast off, Hurrah, Hurrah.
The rocket takes me high In space
My capsule is a most comfortable place,
To a space adventure, I am on my way.
I'm orbiting now around the moon, Hurrah, Hurrah.
I think I'll land there very soon, Hurrah, Hurrah.
I pitch and yaw and roll through space,
I've bit seen these sights any other place.
I'm a daring spaceman-Won't you come with me?
Let's fly to another planet now, Hurrah, Hurrah.
Come fly with me - I�II show you how, Hurrah, Hurrah.
We'll stop at Mercury, Venus, and Mars,
At Neptune we'll take a good look at the stars,
What a lovely sight-The wonderful world of space.
Tune: Are You Sleeping
R2 D2 R2 D2
C3PO
C3PO
0 B I Can-O-Be
0 B I Can-O-Be
Hans So-lo
Hans So4o
[Tune Grand Old Dtike of York]
The noble Captain Kirk,
he had 500 men.
He beamed them up to the Enterprise,
And he beamed down again.
And when they"re up, they're up,
And when they're down, they're down,
And when they're only halfway up,
They're nowhere to be found.
Tune: Yankee Doodle
We've got our eyes upon the sky,
We watch the stars that shimmer,
The sun and moon are friends of ours,
We know their every glimmer.
Keep your eyes upon the skies,
Watch the twinkling stars,
It's better than a T. V. show
By Jupiter and Mars.
This song tells a story, so its very important that the characters are ALL represented in this order. Mister Sulu is at the helm, Lt. Uhura monitoring the sensors, Spock is turned to for analysis, Dr. McCoy is asked ffls it Radiation, Dr. McCoy? we then tum to the engineer, Mr. Scott for more power, and Finally Captain James Tiberius Kirk is forced to lead a lending party. Before beginning, the audience is divided into six sections, one for each character.
Chorus:
Star Trekkin'across the universe, on the Starship Enterprise, under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin'across the Universe, Always goin'forward, 'cause we can't find reverse!
Mr. Sulu:
The Enterprise Is slowing down, slowing down, slowing down. The Enterprise Is slowing down, slowing down, Jim!
Lt. Uhura:
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, Starboard bow, starboard bow. There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim!
Mr. Spock:
It's Iife Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know It, not as we know It.
It's life Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know It, Captain.
Dr. McCoy:
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim. dead, Jim, dead Jim. It�s worse than that, he�s dead, Jim. Dead, Jim, dead!
Engineer Scott:
(in your best Scottish accent) You cannot change the laws of physics, laws of physics, laws of physics.
You cannot change the laws of physics, laws of physics, Jim!
Captain Kirk:
We Come in Peace (shoot to stun!) Shoot to stun, shoot to stun!
We Come in Peace (shoot to stun!) Shoot to stun, men!
Many years ago on this very night
Some people gathered 'round a compfire's light
Everyone was saying the world was in a mess
Not enough people trying to do their best
Chorus:
So they took a little Blue
And they took a little Gold
They took a little boy about eight years old
Turned him around and lo and behold
That's how it came about
The night they made the first Cub Scout.
Now they come in every size, they come in every shape
And everywhere they are the world's a better place
Every Bobcat and Bear, every Wolf and Webelos
Remembers that night many years ago when they;
(Repeat Chorus)
Tiger Cubs are new, the boys aren't very old
You know it won't be long before they wear the blue and gold
To Search, Discover, Share with their parents in tow
Headed down the path that started years ago
(Repeat Chorus twice)
(Tune: "'Till We Meet Again")
'Round the campfire, 'neath the stars so bright,
We have met in comradeship tonight.
'Round about the whispering trees,
Guard our golden memories,
And so before we close our eyes in sleep,
Let us pledge each other that we'll keep,
Our Scouting friendships strong and deep,
'Til we meet again.
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, Cub Scout Day Camp can't be beat!
(Tune: Take Me Out to the Ball Game)
Take me out to the forest.
Let me hike in the wild.
Show me a skunk and a few bear tracks.
I won't care if I never come back.
But it's look, look, at your compass.
If it rains, then it pours.
And it's ouch, slap, sting and your bit
In the great outdoors!
(Tune: It's Off to Work We Go)
Hi ho, hi ho, it's to the woods we go.
To catch some snail on backwoods trails.
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
Hi ho, hi ho, it's in the woods we go.
To gaze at stars, won't hear no cars.
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
Hi ho, hi ho, it's through the woods we go.
To search the skies for butterflies.
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
Hi ho, hi ho, out of the woods we go.
We'll pitch our tent, our legs are spent.
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
(Tune: On the first day of christmas)
On the first day of day camp,
my mother sent with me.....
A sack lunch with smashed potato chips.
Two T-shirts.
Three pairs of socks.
Four baseball caps.
Five plastic cups.
Six water guns.
Seven games to play.
Eight batman comics.
Nine shower hooks.
Ten band-aids.
Eleven shoestrings.
Twelve bottles of OFF!
(Tune: "I've Been Working on the Roadroad")
I was dreaming of a campfire
Burning clear and bright;
Glistening stars were out above me,
'Twas on a summer's night.
I was dreaming that my comrades
All were camping, too;
Then I woke and looked around me,
And say - that dream was true.
Camp fire's burning, camp fire's burning,
Draw nearer, draw nearer,
In the gloaming, in the gloaming,
Come sing and be merry.
Hello Mudda, hello Fadda
Here I am at Camp Wah-Tut-Ca
Camp is very entertaining,
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining
I went hiking with Joey Spivy
He developed poison ivy.
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner
All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses
Now I don't want that this should scare ya
But my bunk mate has malaria
You remember Jeffrey Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party.
Take me home, oh Mudda, Fadda
Take me home, I hate Wah-Tut-Ca!
Don't leave me out in the forest,
Where I might get eaten by a bear
Take me home, I promise I will not make noise
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh, please don't make me stay
I've been here one whole day
Dearest Father, Darling Mother
How's my precious little brudda
Let me come home if you miss me,
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me
Wait a minute, it stopped hailing
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's betta
Mudda, Fadda kindly disregard this letta!
(Tune: Lilli Marlene)
With the scent of woodsmoke drifting on the air,
And the glow of firelight we always love to share,
Visions of camp-fires all return,
And as the logs flame up and burn,
We dream of bygone camp-fires and long for those to come.
Tongues of yellow fire flickering up on high,
Reaching twisting fingers up to a starlit sky,
Voices recall songs old and new,
Songs once dear to our fathers too,
Who dreamed of bygone camp-fires and longed for those to come.
Gently dying embers cast a rosy glow,
Voices slowly sinking to tones so soft and low,
Slowly upon the still night air,
Fall faithful voices hushed in prayer,
That dream of bygone camp-fires and
long for those to come.
(Tune: When I grow too old to dream)
When I grow too old to camp
I'll have this to remember;
When I grow too old to camp
I'll have this night to recall;
So, good Scouting all,
Whate'er may be our part;
For when I grow too old to camp
This night will live in my heart.
(Tune: �O Tannenbaum�
As the night comes to this land,
On my promise I will Stand.
I will help the pack go,
As our pack helps me grow.
Yes, I will always give goodwill.
I�ll follow my Akela still.
And before I stop to rest,
I will do my very best.
Food, terrible food, burnt sausage and mustard
We're not in the mood for cold porridge and custard
Fried eggs with their edges black
What next is the question
We're all gonna suffer from indigestion
Food, terrible food, those soggy old cornflakes
That lumpy fruit duff, that's all that our cook makes
We have to eat the stuff, don't want to be rude
But food - horrible food - sickening food - terrible food.
(Tune: Daisy)
Camping, camping, that's what we like to do
Ev'ry summer, we're off for a week or two
We never mind the weather
As long as we're together
But we don't approve of no room to move,
In a hike tent that's built for two.
(Tune: Perfect Day).
When you come to the end of a Scouting day,
And you sit in the camp-fire light,
And the sky has turned from the blue to the grey,
With the shades of the coming night,
Do you think what the end of a Scouting Day
Can mean in a real boy's life,
When the whistle blows and the flag comes down,
And there's peace in the world of strife?
Well, this is the end of a Scouting day,
Near the end of our journey, too,
And the days that are gone cannot be recalled:
What have they ment to you?
For we've shared the same tent and, side by side,
The streets of this old world trod.
In sun and rain we've done our best,
And we're closer grown to God.
This land is your land - this land is my land-
From California - to the New York Island,
From the redwood forest - to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and rambled, and I followed my footsteps,
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
All around me a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, then I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.
(This old man he played one)
This young Cub, number one, He sure likes to get things done.
Chorus:
With a knick knack paddy wack,
Give a Cub a chore.
This he'll do and ask for more.
This young Cub, number two, He will do odd jobs for you.
This young Cub, number three, Full of humor, full of glee.
This young Cub, number four, Follows rules and know the score.
This young Cub, number five, he has courage, he has drive.
This young Cub, number six, He'll make things with ropes and sticks.
This young Cub, number seven, becomes a Boy Scout at eleven.
This young Cub, number eight, gives goodwill that sure does rate.
This young Cub, number nine, he's so pleasant all the time.
This young Cub, number ten, sings the chorus once again......
(Tune: When the Saints go Marching In)
Oh when the Cubs come hiking in,
When the Cubs come hiking in,
I want to be at that camp-fire
When the Cubs come hiking in.
Now here comes Dave - he needs a shave -
When the Cubs come hiking in,
And we'll have Dave at that camp-fire,
When the Cubs come hiking in.
Now here comes John, with his short shorts on ...
Now here comes Pete, with his aching feet ...
Now here comes Tom, going like a bomb ...
Now here comes Keith, with his clean white teeth..
Now here comes Skip, with a merry quip ...
Now here comes Jim - Oh No, not him!
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.
(Tune: "Now the Day Is Over")
Now, it's time we're parting
From our cozy den.
Where we have thought over
Things that make us men.
Let us ask Akela
To help us every day,
While we try our hardest
To do our best always.
(Tune: "Now the Day Is Over")
Now, it's time we're parting
for our meeting�s through.
Where we have talked over
Things that we can do.
Let us ask Akela
To help us every day,
While we try our hardest
To do our best always.
(Tune: "Yankee Doodle" (with pep))
And now it's time to say goodbye,
But we won't feel so blue;
'Cause soon the time will come again
When we'll be back to see you.
Cub Scout day camp's lots of fun-
Games and crafts and swimming,
So get your pals and join the fun
For a week filled to the brimming.
(Tune: America)
Cub friendships, pure and deep
We promise we will keep
Our pledge to thee.
We'll honor and obey
Akela all the way
And when we graduate
Good Scouts we will be.
(Tune: Home on the Range)
Oh, give us a train, or a boat, or a plane,
That will carry us Cubs far away;
To Paris or Rome..let us wander and roam,
And find new things to do every day.
Chorus:
Relax, relax on the trail.
Float over the waves all day,
or glide through the clouds.
Far over the crowds,
But be home before five every day.
On a broomstick we'll ride,
in a rowboat we'll glide.
Take a trip to the moon in a rocket;
And our trip will be fun..
but it soon will be done.
If we happen to hit an air pocket.
Up..Up.. and away!
Let us orbit the far distant sun,
Or deep on the floor.
Of the sea, let's explore,
And as Cubs always have fun!
(Tune: The Flying Trapeze)
They fly through the air with the greatest of ease.
Those big flocks of pigeons and gulls from the seas.
No dog on the ground or big snakes in the trees,
Can fly high like the ducks and the geese.
I once had a duck, and that duck's name was Phil.
One morning he woke with a terrible chill.
The dew was too heavy, he drowned on the hill,
Yes, he died from an over dew bill.
Once just for a joke me and Tim, my big brother,
Caught fifteen wild geese who were downed by the weather.
We poured on some glue, and found birds of a feather,
In fact really do stick together.
Oh cows have no feathers, and zebras can't fly.
And aardvarks and beavers can't zoom through the sky.
And I can't take off although I always try,
I guess I'll be an earth bound guy.
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
I like bananas, coconuts and grapes.
I like bananas, coconuts and grapes.
I like bananas, coconuts and grapes.
That's why they call me Tarzan of the Apes!
(When you are singing 'I like bananas, coconuts and grapes, bend over with arms swinging in front of you like an ape) (Say last line very loudly and stand up and beat your chest).
(Tune: Found a Peanut)
Found a poor boy,
Found an honest boy,
And Abe Lincoln was his name.
He worked hard and studied law,
It's how he earned his claim to fame.
Went to Washington,
Became our President!
Honest Abe so strong and tall;
Freed the slaves as we all know,
Won the peaches for one and all.
When he died,
It was so sad,
But his bravery lives on:
A memorial we can see,
When we visit Washington.
(Tune: I've been working on the Railroad)
I've been pickin' up the litter,
All the live long day.
I've been pickin' up the litter,
Just to have a place to play.
Can't you see the litter basket,
Sitting on the sidewalk there?
Every little bit will help us,
If you just show you care.
Won't you pick it up?
Won't you pick it up?
Won't you pick it up today, today?
Help us clean it up,
Help us clean it up,
Help clean up the U S A.
(Tune: Row your boat)
Fly, fly, fly your flag,
On our holidays,
Be a loyal citizen,
In this and other ways.
(Tune: On top of Old Smokey)
Down in the basement,
Of the den leader's house,
The Cub Scouts were working,
As still as a mouse.
They made bows and arrows,
And headdresses, too.
They were going to be Indians,
Creek, Blackfoot and Sioux.
They painted their headbands,
In red, green and blue,
And some of the Cub Scouts,
Had painted arms, to..
they made shields and breechcloths,
And moccasins too.
And a big Indian Tepee,
Large enough to walk through.
Pack meeting night came.
They arrived on the scene,
All dressed up like Indians,
Painted red, blue and green.
They danced and sang war chants,
Around the campfire,
They had an Indian contest,
No one seemed to tire.
The room was all filled,
With excitement and noise.
No one could believe,
Those wild Indians were boys.
When the wild Indians got home,
The parents all said,
They were glad that their boys,
Were now Cub Scouts instead.
(Tune: Taps)
Great spirit come,
With beat of drum.
Journey now,
With each one,
Great spirit please.
Till each one,
Of your tribe,
Reach their tepees.
Oh give me a home,
where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Chorus:
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard,
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
(Tune: Row your Boat)
Soap, soap, soap and towel,
Towel and water, please,
busily, busily, busily, busily,
scrub your dirty knees.
Chew, chew, chew, your food,
Gently through the meal,
the more you chew, the less you eat,
and the better you will feel.
(Tune: Sailing, Sailing)
Diving, diving, into the deep blue sea,
and many a fish we've scared away,
on that you will agree.
Diving, diving, into the ocean blue,
with flippers, and mask and oxygen gas,
We'll have adventure true!
If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands.
If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands.
If you're happy and you know it,
and you really want to show it,
If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands.
2nd verse
If you're happy and you know it,
Stamp your feet.
3rd verse
If you're happy and you know it,
Shout 'Amen'.
4th verse
If you're happy and you know it.
Do all three.
(Tune: Oscar Meyer Wiener Song)
I wish I was a fat and juicy hot dog,
That is what I'd truly like to be.
'Cause if I were a fat and juicy hot dog,
Someone'd always be in love with me.
(Sing it louder)
(Sing it faster)
(Sing it the last time as if your mouth was full)
(Slap legs then snap fingers to keep time; leader chants, then group repeats)
I said a boom-chicka-boom.
I said a boom chicka-rocka.
I said a boom-chicka-rocka-chicka-rocka-chicka-boom,
Uh huh,
Oh yeah,
One more time..this time higher.
(repeat above lower, faster, slower, sexy, macho, tongue-in-cheek. Make up any other variations that are fun)
(Tune: The Farmer in the Dell)
There ain't no flies on us.
There ain't no flies on us.
There may be flies on the other guys,
But there ain't no flies on us.
(Chiggers, ticks, bugs, etc)
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out to the park.
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks,
I don't care if I never come back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes,
"You're out"
At the old ball game.
(Tune: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!)
Chorus:
People in a family should do a lot together,
In a house, or out of doors,
No matter what the weather,
Do not try to put it off.
It's either now or never,
People in a family should do a lot together!
Mom and Dad should take the time,
You'll be glad you did.
To be a parent and a friend,
Do something with your kid.
One day they are tiny,
And the next day they are grown,
And before you know it,
You'll be living all alone.
The more we get together, together, together,
The more we get together, the happier we'll be.
For your friends are my friends,
And my friends are your friends,
The more we get together, the happier we'll be.
The more we get together, together, together,
The more we get together, the happier we'll be.
For you know that I know,
And I know that you know,
The more we get together, the happier we'll be.
(Tune: Yankee Doodle)
I met an engine on a hill,
All hot and broken-hearted.
And this is what he said to me,
As up the hill he started.
(Slowly)
I think I can, I think I can,
At any rate, I'll try.
I think I can, I think I can,
At any rate, I'll Try.
A-choo choo choo, A-choo choo choo,
A-choo choo choo choo choo.
A-choo choo choo, a-choo choo choo,
A-choo choo choo choo choo.
He reached the top, and looking back,
To where he stood and doubted.
He started on the downward track,
And this is what he shouted.
(Quickly)
I knew I could, I knew I could,
I never should have doubted.
I knew I could, I knew I could,
I never should have doubted.
(Tune: London Bridges Falling Down)
We are cub den number one, number one, number one.
We are cub den number one, where is number two?
We are cub den number two, number two, number two.
We are cub den number two, where is number three?
(Each den takes up the song in turn)
(Tune: Three Blind Mice)
Four Cub Scouts, Four Cub Scouts,
See how they go, see how they go,
They all went after their Bobcat pin,
The Wolf and the Bear were the next to win,
and then they went to the Webelos Den,
Our four Cub Scouts.
(Tune: Jingle Bells)
Dashing through the streets,
In our costumes bright and gay.
To each house we go,
Laughing all the way.
Halloween is here,
Making spirits bright.
What fun it is the trick or treat,
And sing Pumpkin carols tonight.
Oh, Pumpkin bells! Pumpkin bells!
Ringing loud and clear.
Oh what fun Great Pumpkin brings.
When Halloween is here!
On the twelfth day of Halloween,
my mom gave to me:
Twelve bats a-flyin,
Eleven masks a-leering,
Ten ghouls a groaning,
Nine ghosts a-booing,
Eight monsters shrieking,
Seven pumpkins glowing,
Six goblins bobbling,
Five scary spooks,
Four skeletons,
Three black cats,
Two trick or treaters,
and an owl in a dead tree.
(Tune: Santa Claus is comin to town)
Oh, you better not shriek,
You better not groan,
You better not howl,
You better not moan,
Great Pumpkin is comin' to town!
He's going to find out,
From folks that he meets,
Who deserves tricks,
And who deserves treats,
Great Pumpkin is comin' to town!
He'll search in every pumpkin patch,
Haunted houses far and near.
To see if you been spreading gloom,
Or bringing lots of cheer.
So, you better not shriek,
you better not groan,
You better not howl,
You better not moan,
Great Pumpkin is comin' to town!
(Tune: Bring back my Bonnie)
My turkey went walking one morning,
The November weather to see.
A man with a hatchet approached her,
Oh, bring back my turkey to me.
Chorus:
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my turkey to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my turkey to me, to me.
I went down the sidewalk a shoppin',
The signs in shop walks to see.
And everywhere hung Great Fat Gobblers.
Oh, bring back my turkey to me.
(Chorus:)
I went out to dinner and ordered,
The best things they had I could see.
They brought it all roasted and sizzling.
They brought back my turkey to me.
Brought Back, brought back,
They brought back my turkey to me, to me.
Brought back, brought back,
They brought back my turkey to me, to me.
(Tune: My Country Tis of Thee)
My turkey, 'tis of thee,
Sweet bird with gravy, of thee I sing.
I love thy breast and wings,
Back, legs and other things.
I love thy sweet stuffing,
All but the neck.
(Tune: Yankee Doodle)
The Pilgrims came across the sea,
From England faraway;
And now we always think of them,
When it's Thanksgiving Day.
The Mayflower was their sailing ship,
Across the waves and foam,
They landed here on Plymouth Rock,
And this was their new home.
The bitter winter was so hard,
That many Pilgrims died.
By spring they had some growing crops,
And Indian friends besides.
When harvest time came they were glad,
They had learned many things.
The Indians joined them in a feast,
Their first Thanksgiving.
Some folks think that they were sad.
I think that they were gay.
We thank the Pilgrims everyone,
For our Thanksgiving Day.
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
A busily buzzing bumble bee was busily buzzing by.
A busily buzzing bumble bee was busily buzzing by.
A busily buzzing bumble bee was busily buzzing by.
A busily buzzing bumble bee was busily buzzing by.
Chorus:
They were only playing leapfrog.
They were only playing leapfrog.
They were only playing leapfrog.
As a busily buzzing bumble bee was busily buzzing by.
Variations:
A speedy spider spied a spider on a spindly spider's back.
(Chorus: same as above)
One hedge hog edged up on the hedge while another hedgehog edged down.
(Chorus: They were only playing hedge hop)
One fleet fly flew up the flue while another fleet fly flew down.
(Chorus: They were only playing flu fly)
One sly snake slid up the stake while another sly snake slid down.
(Chorus: They were only playing serpent)
One big black bear backed into a bush while another big black bear backed down.
(Chorus: They were only playing bear back)
One tiny turtle tumbled into the tank while another tiny turtle tumbled out.
(Chorus: They were only playing tip tank)
One tall turkey tore up the tree while another tall turkey tore down.
(Chorus: They were only playing tree tag)
One fat frog flopped on the float while another fat frog flopped down.
(Chorus: They were only playing frog float)
One speedy fat bear tumbled into the stake while another sly fleet turkey flopped down.
(Chorus: That's the way we sing in Cub Scouts)
(Tune - Tipperary)
It's a good time to get acquainted
It's a good time to know
Who is sitting close beside you
And to smile and say "Hecko"
Goodbye, chilly feeling
Goodbye, glassy stare
If we all join hands and pull together
We're sure to get there.
We're all together again, we're here, we're here,
We're all together again, we're here, we're here,
And who knows when we'll be all together again
Singing all together again, we're here.
(Tune: On Top of Old Smokey)
On top of spaghetti,
All covered in cheese,
I lost my poor meat ball
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
And unto the floor,
And then my poor meat ball
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled down the garden
and under a bush,
And then my poor meat ball
was nothing but mush!
So,
If you have spaghetti,
All covered in cheese,
Hold onto your meat ball,
'Cos someone might sneeze!
Chorus:
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me!
There was bread, bread harder than your head
In the stores, in the stores
There was bread, bread just like lumps of lead
In the quarter master's stores.
There were rats, rats big as blooming cats
In the stores, in the stores
There were rats, rats lying about on mats
In the quarter master's stores.
There was cake, cake hard as cattle cake
In the stores, in the stores
There was cake, cake give you belly ache
In the quarter master's stores.
There was skip, skip giving us the slip
In the stores, in the stores
There was skip, skip giving us the slip
In the quarter master's stores.
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (Wooh Wooh)
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (Wooh Wooh)
She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (Wooh Wooh)
She'll be riding six white horses when she (Whoa back)
She'll be riding six white horses when she comes (Whoa back)
She'll be riding six white horses, riding six white horses,
She'll be riding six white horses when she comes (Whoa back, Wooh Wooh)
Oh we'll all go down to meet her when she comes (Hi Babe)
Oh we'll all go down to meet her when she comes (Hi Babe)
Oh we'll all go down to meet her, we'll all go down to meet her
Oh we'll all go down to meet her when she comes (Hi Babe, etc)
She'll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes (Whistle twice)
She'll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes (One whistle)
She'll be wearing silk pyjamas, She'll be wearing silk pyjamas
She'll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes (Whistle twice, etc)
Oh we'll kill the old red rooster when she comes (hack hack), etc.
Oh we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes (Yum Yum), etc.
Oh she'll have to sleep with grandma when she comes (Snore snore), etc.
He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute
He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute
He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die. Hey!
Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die. Hey!
Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
They scraped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam.
They put him in a matchbox and they sent him home to mum.
She put it on the mantelpiece beside his dear old dad.
He fell from the mantelpiece into the roaring flames
The moral of the story is to look before you
leap
Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree.
Merry merry King of the bush is he
Laugh Kookaburra, Laugh, Kookaburra
Gay your life must be
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Think I'll go and eat worms,
Long thin skinny ones, short fat juicy ones,
See how they wriggle and squirm,
Bite their heads off, suck their juice out,
Throw the skins away.
You should see how well I thrive,
On worms three times a day.
Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut over there,
Thought I'd eat it, thought I'd eat it, thought I'd eat it, didn't care.
Rather tasty, rather tasty, rather tasty but now,
Got a pain, got a pain, got a pain, don't know how.
Fetch a doctor, fetch a doctor, fetch a doctor, fetch him quick.
Appendicitis, appendicitis, appendicitis, feeling sick
Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open, save his life.
Sew him up, sew him up, sew him up around my knife.
Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open 'til its found,
Sew him up, sew him up, have you seen my specs around.
Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open, - ad nauseam.
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands
If you're happy and you know it, and you really want to show it,
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands
If you're happy and you know it, stamp your feet
If you're happy and you know it, click your fingers
If you're happy and you know it, nod your head
If you're happy and you know it, say "We are!"
If you're happy and you know it, do all five.
One dark night when we were all in bed,
Old Mrs O'Leary left a light on in the shed
The cow kicked it over, then winked her eye and said
"There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight"
Chorus
Cheer, Boys, Cheer, the school is burning down
Cheer, Boys, Cheer, it's burning to the ground
Cheer, Boys, Cheer, it's the only one in town,
"There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight"
Oh we ain't gonna sing no more, no more,
We ain't gonna sing no more,
That old song's got whiskers on,
So we ain't gonna sing no more,
Three blind jellyfish, three blind jellyfish,
Three blind jellyfish, sitting on a rock.
And along came a big wave, WOOOOSH.
Land of the silver birch,
Home of the beaver,
Where still the mighty moose
Wanders at will
Chorus
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more,
Boom-did-di-eye-di, Boom-did-di-eye-di,
Boom-did-di-eye-di, Boom
My heart is sick for you,
Here in the lowlands,
I will return to you,
Hills of the north.
Swift as the silver fish,
Canoe of birch bark,
Thy mighty waters,
Carry me forth.
There where the blue lake lies,
I'll set my wigwam,
Close to the water's edge,
Silent and still.
I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
And hold it close and in my arms
And keep it company.
I'd like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand
And hear it echo through the years
Of peace throughout the land.
Grant us, O God, that in our youth
We may learn duty, faith and truth
And by our Promise and our Law
Serve the great end our Founder saw.
In brotherhood throughout the world
May the Scout banner be unfurled;
Let not our feet in sin be snared,
Help us in life to Be Prepared.
For Thee, O God, our spirits search;
For Thee, our colours in Thy church;
For Thee, our hope, for Thee, our pride;
For Thee, our strength and all beside.
(Tune: Onward, Christian Soldiers)
Onward, Boy Scouts, onward,
Brothers for the right;
Live our Scout Laws gladly,
Onward in their light;
Let our Promise loyally
Mark our trail each day;
So this legend guide our journey,
"Be Prepared" always.
Onward, Boy Scouts, onward,
Brothers for the right;
Live our Scout Laws gladly,
Onward in their light.
Live the life of honour,
Word that truth designed;
Loyal be and helpful,
Friendly, courteous kind;
Practise now obedience
With a cheerful part;
Thrifty, brave and clean completely,
Reverent in heart.
Kum by ya, my Lord, kum by ya,
Kum by ya, my Lord, kum by ya,
Kum by ya, my Lord, kum by ya,
O Lord, kum by ya.
Someone's crying, Lord, kum by ya,
O Lord, kum by ya.
Someone's praying, Lord, kum by ya,
O Lord, kum by ya.
Someone's singing, Lord, kum by ya,
O Lord, kum by ya.
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner, forty-miner
And his daughter, Clementine.
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine
Thou art lost and gone for ever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine
Saw her lips above the water
Blowing bubbles mighty fine
But alas I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine
How I messed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine.
And the moral of this story
All you Scouts may well define
Mouth-to-Mouth resuscitation
Would have saved my Clementine
(Tune: Tannenbaum)
Softly falls the light of day,
While our camp-fire fades away;
Silently each Scout should ask
'Have I done my daily task?'
'Have I kept my honour bright?'
'Can I guiltless sleep tonight?'
'Have I done and have I dared, in
Everything to be prepared?'
Tune: "When Johnny Comes Marching Home�
The Cub Scout circus comes to town,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The elephants, monkeys, and the clowns,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The big brass band, the merry-go-round,
The midway acts with lots of sound!
And we7ll all be there,
When the circus comes to town.
Repeat.
(Tune: "Kumbaya")
We are gathered, Lord, come be here, In Your presence, Lord, come be here.
As we worship, Lord, come be here,
Oh Lord, come be here.
Make us humble, Lord, come be here,
Make us loyal, Lord, come be here.
Make us courteous, Lord, come be here,
Oh Lord, come be here.
(Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
When one sly snake slid up the slide, the other sly snake slid down.
When one sly snake slid up the slide, the other sly snake slid down.
When one sly snake slid up the slide, the other sly snake slid down.
When one sly snake slid up the slide, the other sly snake slid down.
Chorus
Glory, glory, how peculiar.
Glory, glory, how peculiar.
Glory, glory, how peculiar.
When one sly snake slid up the slide, the other sly snake slid down.
Second Verse
(Repeat this line four times, as before.)
When one drunk duck dropped into the ditch, the other drunk duck dropped dead.
Third Verse
(Repeatfour times.)
When one black bug bled blue-black blood, the other black bug bled blue.
(Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
After raising six sweet daughters, I was glad to have a son.
I thought of all the games we'd play, the picnics, hikes, and fun.
I thought of how, we'd sit and talk for hours when day is done.
Wasn't I the foolish one!
Glory, glory, I'm a leader.
How'd I get to be a leader?
All I wanted was to have a son.
Cub Scouting might be fun.
I tried to resist their pleas, their reasons to ignore.
I said, "I'm not equipped," they said, "Oh yes, you are, what's more, We will train you in the basics and outfit you for the corps!" And they shoved me out the door.
Glory, glory, I'm a leader.
Me they had to make a leader.
All I wanted was to have a son.
Cub Scouting should be fun!
They taught me how to sing a song and how to tie a knot.
They taught me how to do a skit, make puppets on the spot.
They taught me all I'd need to know, at least that's what I thought, 'Til a Scout gave me a snake he caught.
Glory, glory, I'm a leader.
Me they had to make a leader.
All I wanted was to have a son.
Cub Scouting should be fun!
We went out a-hiking, my [Cub Scout or Webelos] den and me.
They say the woods are full of many sights for you and me.
I know that we were sights when we were found eventually,
And I do this all for free!
Glory, glory, I'm a leader.
Me they had to make a leader.
All I wanted was to have a son.
Cub Scouting sure is fun!
But even though I mumble and I grumble and I pout,
And many times I wonder what's the best way to get out,
When all is said and done, there really isn't any doubt,
I'm glad to be a Scout!
Glory, glory, I'm a leader.
I'm so glad to be a leader.
And when they lay me to my final rest,
They'll say I did my best!
I've been a Cub Leader for many a year
And entered this game with trepidation and fear
But now that its over I feel somewhat glad
And I never will rejoin this newfangled fad
Chorus
And it's no nay never, no! nay! never, no more
Will I be a Cub Leader, no, never no more.
I went into a Cub Den I used to frequent
And I told the young lads our funds they were spent
Then out of my trailer I took camping gear
And the cries of dismay turned to yells of good cheer.
(Tune: When Irish Eyes are Smiling)
When Scouters all are smiling,
Sure it's like a morn in spring
For amid their joy and laughter
You can hear the music ring.
When all the crowd are happy
And the night seems bright and gay,
With that fine old Scouting spirit,
Sure it wins you right away.