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\"Songs\"<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
. . . Scout Camp<\/a><\/td>\nNational Embalming School<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Alice the Camel<\/a><\/td>\nOnce a Girl Scout went to Camp<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Bananas, Coconuts and Grapes<\/a><\/td>\nOne Fish Ball<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Do Your Ears Hang Low?<\/a><\/td>\nOom, Plucky, Plucky<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Eats Song<\/a><\/td>\nPass the Shoe<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Flea Fly<\/a><\/td>\nPeanut Butter and Jelly<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Found a Peanut<\/a><\/td>\nPink Pyjamas<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Glory, Glory, How Peculiar<\/a><\/td>\nSarah the Whale<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
God Bless My Underwear<\/a><\/td>\nSipping Cider Through A Straw<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
He Jumped Without A Parachute<\/a><\/td>\nSkip\u2019ss Got a Head Like a Ping Pong Ball<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Horse Fly<\/a><\/td>\nSweet Violets<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
I Met a Bear<\/a><\/td>\nThe Chigger<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
I\u2019sm a Little Hunk of Tin<\/a><\/td>\nThe Great Meat Pie<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
I\u2019sm Being Swallowed By A Boa Constrictor<\/a><\/td>\nThe Rooster<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Little Bunny Fru-Fru<\/a><\/td>\nThe Tree Toad<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Magdalena Tagalena<\/a><\/td>\nThere Was An Old Woman<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
My Bonnie-silly verses<\/a><\/td>\nThree Little Angels<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
My Dog Rover<\/a><\/td>\nTom The Toad<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
My Stomach Has Had It<\/a><\/td>\nTwo Little Fleas<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
My Tall Silk Hat<\/a><\/td>\nWith My Hand on Myself<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
My Uncle<\/a><\/td>\nWorms<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Skip\u2019s Got a Head Like a Ping Pong Ball<\/h1>\n

(tune Lone Ranger Theme - William Tell Overture)<\/p>\n

Skips got a head like a ping pong ball
\nSkips got a head like a ping pong ball
\nSkips got a head like a ping pong ball
\nLike a piiiiiiiiiiing pong ball
\nping pong (seven times) ball
\nping pong (6 times) Ball
\nping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping PONG<\/p>\n

(Second verse is the same only say pong where you say ping in the first verse and visa versa) - You can also change the name to your favourite hairless scouter!!!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>He Jumped Without A Parachute<\/h1>\n

This is a British version of a song known in the US as Never tie a love knot in a parachuters chute
\nTune Battle Hymn of the Republic - John Browns Body<\/p>\n

First Version<\/h3>\n

He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet
\nHe jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet
\nHe jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet
\nAnd he aint gorna jump no more<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Glory glory what a heck of a way to die
\nGlory glory what a heck of a way to die
\nGlory glory what a heck of a way to die
\nAnd he aint gorna jump no more<\/p>\n

They scraped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam (3x)
\nAnd He aint .............<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h1>\n

They put him in a sardine tin and sent him home to mum (3x)
\nAnd he aint...........<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h1>\n

They put him on the mantle piece for everyone to see (3x)
\nand he aint........<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h1>\n

They spread him on a slice of bread when the vicar came to tea (3x)
\nand he aint.....
\nLast<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Second Version<\/h3>\n

He jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute
\nHe jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute
\nHe jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute
\nAnd he aint gonna jump no more<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Glory glory what a hell of a way to die
\nsuspended by your braces when you dont know how to fly
\nGlory glory what a hell of a way to die
\nAnd he aint gonna jump no more<\/p>\n

He landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam
\nHe landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam
\nHe landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam
\nAnd he aint gonna jump no more<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

They put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum
\nThey put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum
\nThey put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum
\nAnd he aint gonna jump no more<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

She put on the mantel piece for everyone to see
\nShe put on the mantel piece for everyone to see
\nShe put on the mantel piece for everyone to see
\nAnd he aint gonna jump no more<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea
\nShe put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea
\nShe put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea
\nAnd he aint gonna jump no more<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam
\nThe Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam
\nThe Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam
\nAnd he aint gonna jump no more<\/p>\n

Last Chorus<\/h3>\n

Notes:<\/strong>\u00a0Verse #4 is sometimes omitted, and the chorus is sometimes repeated a second time at the end, which gets louder through the first two lines and then quieter during the last two lines, with the last few words being slowed down and strung out, to emphasise the point that he aint gonna jump no more.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Alice the Camel<\/h1>\n

Alice the camel has 10 humps, Alice the camel has 10 humps
\nAlice the camel has 10 humps, so go, Alice, GO!!
\n1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.
\n[Continue with 9, 8, 7 . . . humps, until . . . ]
\nAlice the camel has no humps, Alice the camel has no humps
\nAlice the camel has no humps, \u2018cause Alice is a HORSE!!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Found a Peanut<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Clementine]<\/p>\n

Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut just now.
\nJust now I found a peanut, found a peanut just now.
\nContinue in the same manner with:
\n2. It was rotten, . . .
\n3. Ate it anyway, . . .
\n4. Got sick, . . .
\n5. Called the doctor, . . .
\n6. Had surgery, . . .
\n7. Died anyway, . . .
\n8. Went to heaven, . . .
\n9. Kicked an angel, . . .
\n10.Went the other way, . . .
\n11.Found a peanut, . . .
\n12.Threw it away, . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Worms<\/h1>\n

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
\nI\u2019ll go out and dig some worms;
\nLong thin skinny ones;
\nBig fat juicy ones,
\nSee how they wriggle and squirm.
\nBite their heads off,
\nSuck their juice out,
\nThrow their skins away,
\nNobody knows how much I thrive
\nOn worms three times a day.
\nLong thin skinny ones slip down easily,
\nBig fat juicy ones stick;
\nHold your head back,
\nSqueeze their tail,
\nAnd their juice just goes drip, drip.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Bananas, Coconuts and Grapes<\/h1>\n

I like bananas, coconuts, and grapes. [Repeat twice more.]
\nThat\u2019s why they call me: TARZAN OF THE APES!
\nSing three or four times: the first time loudly; the second time softly (except for the \u201cTarzan\u201d part); the third time, whisper all but the \u201cTarzan\u201d part; the last time, no one makes a sound until all shout in unison, \u201cTARZAN . . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Eats Song<\/h1>\n

[Tune: \u201cH\u2019m gonna let it shine. . . .
\nDon\u2019t you try to blow it out, I\u2019m gonna let it shine. . . .
\nAll around this world of ours, I\u2019m gonna let it shine. . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Boom Chicka Boom<\/h1>\n

I says a-boom-chick-a-boom! [Group echoes.]
\nI says a-boom-chick-a-boom! [Group echoes.]
\nI says a-boom-chick-a-rock-a-chick-a-rock-a-chick-a-boom!
\n[Group echoes.]
\nUh-huh! [Group echoes.]
\nOn Yeah! [Group echoes.]
\nThis time! [Group echoes.]
\nWe sing! [Group echoes.]
\nHIGHER!
\nEach time a leader adds a different variation such as: LOWER,
\nWHISPER, LOUDER, TONGUE-IN-CHEEK, SEXY, GROOVY (COOL).<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Do Your Ears Hang Low?<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Turkey in the Straw, refrain]
\nDo your ears hang low, do they waggle to and fro?
\nCan you tie them in a knot, can you tie them is a bow?
\nCan you throw them o\u2019re your shoulder like a continental soldier?
\nDo your ears hang low?
\nDo your ears stick out, can you waggle them about?
\nCan you flap them up and down as you fly around the town?
\nCan you shut them up for sure when you hear an awful bore?
\nDo your ears stick out?
\nDo your ears stand high, do they reach up to the sky?
\nDo they hang down when they\u2019re wet, do they stand up when they\u2019re dry?
\nCan you semaphore your neighbor with the minimum of labor?
\nDo your ears stand high?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Flea Fly<\/h1>\n

[Rhythm: Same as \u201cFroggie\u201d]
\nFlea.
\nFlea, fly.
\nFlea, fly, mosquito.
\nSwat \u2018em!
\nCalamine, calamine, calamine lotion.
\nOh, no more calamine lotion.
\nItchy, itchy, scratchy, scratchy, got one on my backy, backy.
\nOhy, ohy, owwy, owwy, wish he\u2019d go away.
\nQuick get the bug spray, I think he went that-a-way-shhhhhh!
\n[Make can-spraying motions.]<\/p>\n

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[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]
\nAs one woodpecker pecked up the peg, the other woodpecker pecked down. [Repeat three times.]<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Glory, glory, how peculiar. [Repeat two times.]
\n[Repeat stanza.]<\/p>\n

As one sly snake slipped up the slide, other sly snake slipped down.
\nAs one blue bat blew in the bowl, other blue bat blew out.
\nAs one black bug bled blue black blood, the other black bug bled blue.
\nAs one drunk duck dove into the ditch, the other drunk duck dropped dead.
\nAs one flea fly flew up the flue, the other flea fly flew down.
\nAs one pink porpoise popped into the pool, other pink porpoise popped out.
\nAs one brown bear backed up the bank, other brown bear backed down.
\nAs one white whale whipped over the waves, other white whale whipped under.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>God Bless My Underwear<\/h1>\n

[Tune: God Bless America]
\nGod bless my underwear, my only pair.
\nStand beside them, and guide them,
\nThrough the rips, through the holes, through the tears.
\nFrom the washer, to the dryer, to the clothesline in the air.
\nGod bless my underwear, my only pair.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Horse Fly<\/h1>\n

[Tune: The More We Get Together.]
\nDid you ever see a horse fly, a horse fly, a horse fly?
\nDid you ever see a horse fly, a horse fly, fly, fly?
\nDid you ever see a board walk, a board walk, a board walk?
\nDid you ever see a board walk, a board walk, walk, walk?
\nAdditional verses: Shoe lace, hair pin, tooth pick, eye drop, neck tie, moth bawl, eye lash, yard stick, ear drum, clam bake.#<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I\u2019m a Little Hunk of Tin<\/h1>\n

I\u2019m a little hunk of tin, nobody knows what shape I\u2019m in.
\nGot four wheels and a running board, I\u2019m a four-door, I\u2019m a Ford.
\nHonk-honk, rattle-rattle, don\u2019t crash, beep-beep [repeat twice ]
\nHonk-honk, honk-honk, honk-honk.
\nActions: honk-pull ears; rattle-shake head; crash-cover face with hands; beep-push on nose with flat of hand<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I\u2019m Being Swallowed By A Boa Constrictor<\/h1>\n

I\u2019m being swallowed by a boa constrictor, [Repeat twice]
\nAnd I don\u2019t like it one little bit!
\nOh no! He swallowed my toe.
\nOh gee! He\u2019s up to my knee.
\nOh my! He\u2019s up to my thigh.
\nOh fiddle! He\u2019s up to my middle.
\nOh heck! He\u2019s up to my neck.
\nOh dread! He\u2019s up to my . . .
\n[Make sound of victim being swallowed up.]<\/p>\n

[Make sound of victim being swallowed up.]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I Met a Bear<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw]
\nThe other day, I met a bear,
\nOut in the woods, away out there. [Point.]
\nHe looked at me, I looked at him,
\nHe sized up me, I sized up him.
\nHe says to me, \u201cWhy don\u2019t you run?\u201d
\n\u201c\u2019Cause I can see, you have no gun.\u201d
\nI says to him, \u201cThat\u2019s a good idea.\u201d
\n\u201cNow legs get going, get me out of here!\u201d
\nI began to run, away from there,
\nBut right behind me was that bear.
\nAnd on the path ahead of me,
\nI saw a tree, Oh glory be.
\nThe lowest branch was ten feet up,
\nI\u2019d have to jump and trust to luck.
\nAnd so I jumped into the air,
\nBut I missed that branch away up there.
\nNow don\u2019t you fret, and don\u2019t you frown,
\nI caught that branch on the way back down.
\nThat\u2019s all there is, there ain\u2019t no more,
\nUnless I met that bear once more.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Little Bunny Fru-Fru<\/h1>\n

Little bunny Fru-fru, hoppin\u2019 though the forest,
\nScoopin\u2019 up the field mice and battin\u2019 them on the head.
\nAlong came the good fairy, and she said:
\n\u201cLittle bunny Fru-fru, I don\u2019t want to see you
\nScoopin\u2019 up the field mice and battin\u2019 them on the head.
\nI\u2019ll give you three chances to change your ways, and if you don\u2019t obey, I\u2019ll turn you into a goon.\u201d
\nSo the next day . . . [Repeat-two more chances . . . ]
\nSo the next day . . . [Repeat-one more chance . . . ]
\nSo the next day . . . [Repeat]
\n\u201cI gave you three chances to change your ways and you didn\u2019t obey, so now I\u2019m turning you into goon. Pooff! You\u2019re a goon.
\nAnd the moral of this story is . . . \u2018Hare today and goon tomorrow.\u2019<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Magdalena Tagalena<\/h1>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Oh, Magdalena tagalena, wocha-tocha, wocha-tocha,
\nWocha-tocha-mocha was her name.<\/p>\n

She had two hairs on the top of her head,
\nOne was alive and the other one was dead.
\nShe had two eyes in the middle of her head,
\nOne was green and the other one was red.
\nShe had a nose as long as a hose,
\nIt curled at the end and was red like a rose.
\nShe had two teeth in the middle of her mouth,
\nOne pointed north and the other pointed south.
\nShe had two feet as flat a mat,
\nNo one knew how she got around like that.
\nOne day a ten-ton truck ran over poor Magdalena,
\nAnd the poor guy had to get a new machina.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>My Dog Rover<\/h1>\n

(Tune: I\u201dm Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover)
\nVerse 1
\nI\u2019m looking over my dead dog Rover
\nThat I overran with the mower.
\nOne leg is missing, another is gone,
\nOne leg is scattered all over the lawn.
\nNo need explaining, the one remaining,
\nIs stuck in the kitchen door.
\nI\u2019m looking over my dead dog Rover
\nThat I overran with the mower.
\nVerse 2
\nI\u2019m looking over my dead dog Rover
\nWho died on the kitchen floor.
\nOne leg is broken, the other is lame,
\nThe third leg is missing, the fourth needs a cane.
\nNo need explaining, the tail remaining
\nWas caught in the oven door.
\nI\u2019m looking over my dead dog Rover
\nWho died on the kitchen floor.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>My Stomach Has Had It<\/h1>\n

[Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean]
\nMy breakfast lies over the ocean,
\nMy dinner lies over the sea,
\nMy stomach is in a commotion,
\nDon\u2019t mention my supper to me.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Bring back, bring back, Oh bring
\nBack my bucket to me, to me . . .<\/p>\n

I really felt rotten this morning,
\nThey tell me I really looked pale,
\nMy stomach gave adequate warning,
\nTo lean far out over the rail.
\nThe sound of a stomach in motion,
\nA murmuring noise inside me,
\nI looked down and there on the water,
\nWas breakfast and dinner and tea.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>My Tall Silk Hat<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Funiculi, Funicula)
\nOne day, as I was riding on the subway,
\nMy tall silk hat, my tall silk hat.
\nI laid it on the seat beside me,
\nMy tall silk hat, my tall silk hat.
\nA big, a-fat-a-lady sat upon it,
\nMy tall silk hat, my tall silk hat.
\nA big, a-fat-a-lady sat upon it,
\nMy tall silk hat, my tall silk hat.
\nChristopher Columbo, now what do think of that,
\nA big, a-fat-a-lady sat upon it,
\nMy tall silk hat, my tall silk hat.
\nMy hat she broke and that\u2019s no joke,
\nMy hat she broke and that\u2019s no joke.
\nChristopher Columbo, now what do think of that,
\nmy hat, my hat, my hat she smashed.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>My Uncle<\/h1>\n

(Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean)<\/p>\n

My uncle fell into a pothole
\nIn a glacier while climbing an Alp.
\nHe\u2019s still there after 50 long winters,
\nAnd all you can see is his scalp.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Bring back, bring back,
\nO bring back my uncle to me, to me.
\nBring back, bring back,
\nO bring back my uncle to me, to me.<\/p>\n

My uncle 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.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

My uncle had faith in a sailboat
\nHe had built from an old hollow tree.
\nMy uncle set sail for Australia,
\nNow my uncle lies under the sea.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

My uncle made friends with hyenas,
\nHe gave them a ride on his raft.
\nWhen a crocodile reached up and grabbed him,
\nThe hyenas just sat there and laughed.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

My uncle annoyed his dear parents
\nThey tossed him right out of the bus.
\nAnd if we don\u2019t mend our behaviour,
\nWhy that\u2019s what will happen to us.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>My Bonnie-silly verses<\/h1>\n

My Bonnie\u2019s complexion was makeup, her face, it was beauteous to see;
\nUntil she got caught in a rainstorm, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
\nMy Bonnie leaned over the gas tank, the height of its contents to see;
\nI lighted a match to assist her, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
\nMy Bonnie has tuberculosis, my Bonnie has only one lung,
\nMy Bonnie can cough up raw oysters, and roll them around on her tongue.
\nMy mother\u2019s an apple pie maker, my father he fiddles for tin,
\nMy sister scrubs floors for a living, Oh boy, how the money rolls in.
\nRolls in, rolls in, Oh boy, how the money rolls in, rolls in, etc.
\nLast night as I lay on my pillow, last night as I lay on my bed,
\nI stuck my feet out the window, next morning my neighbors were dead.
\nBring back, bring back, Oh, bring my neighbors to me, to me, etc.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>National Embalming School<\/h1>\n

[Tune: (mostly) O, Tannenbaum]
\nWe live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.
\nWe do our best to give you rest, National Embalming School.
\nAnd when you die, we\u2019ll dig a hole, and bury you so deep and cold.
\nWe live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.
\nPost mortem, post mortem, post mortem, autopsy we must have.
\n[Repeat]
\nCut! Slash! Gash! Bleed! We must know the reason.
\nGlory how the body stinks! It must be out of season.
\nWe live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>One Fish Ball<\/h1>\n

A man was walking up and down,
\nTo find a place where he could dine in town;
\nA man was walking up and down,
\nTo find a place where he could dine.
\nHe found himself a fancy place,
\nAnd entered in with simple grace. [Repeat.]
\nHe took his purse his pocket hence,
\nBut all he found was fifteen cents.
\nHe scanned the menu through and through,
\nTo see what fifteen cents would do.
\nThe only thing \u2018twould to at all,
\nWas buy just one fish ball.
\nHe call the waiter down the hall,
\nAnd softly whispered, \u201cOne fish ball.\u201d
\nThe waiter bellowed down the hall,
\n\u201cThis gentlemen here wants one fish ball!\u201d
\nThe guests, they turned both one and all
\nTo see who\u2019d ordered one fish ball.
\nThe shaken man grew ill at ease,
\nBut softly whispered, \u201cBread, sir, please.
\nThe waiter bellowed down the hall,
\n\u201cYou get no bread with one fish ball!\u201d
\nThe wretched man then went outside,
\nA-looking for a place to hide.
\nThere is a moral to this all:
\nDon\u2019t ask for bread with one fish ball.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Once a Girl Scout went to Camp<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Head & Shoulders, Knees & Toes)
\nOnce a Girl Scout went to camp, went to camp
\nWent to camp without her lamp, without her lamp
\nAnd there she saw a spider in her bed, in her bed
\nThis is what the Girl Scout said , Girl Scout said:
\n\u201cSpider spider, go away, go away,
\nYou are not allowed to stay, allowed to stay
\nThis is what my leader said,
\n\u2019No two bodies in one bed, in one bed.\u2019\u201d
\nOnce a Boy Scout went to camp, went to camp
\nWent to camp without his lamp, without his lamp
\nAnd there he saw a spider in his bed, in his bed
\nThis is what the Boy Scout said, Boy Scout said:
\n\u201dAaaaaauuughhhhhh!\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Oom, Plucky, Plucky<\/h1>\n

She sat on a hillside and strummed her guitar, strummed her guitar, strummed her guitar.
\nShe sat on a hillside and strummed her guitar, strummed her gui-ta-a-a-ar.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Oom, plucky, plucky, oom, plucky, plucky, oom, pluck, pluck, pluck, ZING!
\nOom, plucky, plucky, oom, plucky, plucky, oom, pluck, pluck, pluck, ZING!<\/p>\n

He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar.
\nHe said that he loved her but, oh! How he lied.
\nThey were to be married but somehow she died.
\nHe went to her funeral but just for the ride.
\nHe went to her grave site and laughed \u2018til he cried.
\nThe grave stone fell over and squish-squash he died.
\nShe went up to heaven and flittered and flied.
\nHe went down below and sizzled and fried.
\nThe moral of this song is: never tell lies.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Pass the Shoe<\/h1>\n

You must pass the shoe from me to you, to you,
\nYou must pass the shoe, and do just like I do.
\nFor this song game you can substitute a cup, rock, or any suitable object for a person\u2019s actual shoe. Form an ring; as you sing, give the \u201cshoe\u201d you currently have to the person on your right whenever you get to an underlined word. Note that only the second \u201cdo\u201d is underlined; on the first \u201cdo\u201d, you simply wave the \u201cshoe\u201d, you don\u2019t give it up just yet.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Peanut Butter and Jelly<\/h1>\n

First ya find the peanuts and ya dig \u2018em;
\nYa dig \u2018em, ya dig \u2018em, dig \u2018em, dig \u2018em.
\nThen you take the peanuts and ya smash \u2018em, . . . .
\nThen you take the butter and ya spread it, . . . .<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Peanut, peanut butter; jelly! [Repeat.]<\/p>\n

Then you find the grapes and ya pick \u2018em, . . . .
\nThen you take the grapes and ya smash \u2018em, . . . .
\nThen you take the jelly and ya spread it, . . . .
\nThen you take the bread and ya fold it, . . . .
\nThen you take the sandwich and ya munch it, . . . .
\nThe last time through the chorus, after eating the sandwich, mumble the words terribly as though there is peanut butter stuck to the roof of the mouth.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Pink Pyjamas<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
\nI wear my pink pyjamas in the summer when it\u2019s hot.
\nI wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it\u2019s not.
\nAnd sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall,
\nI jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all.
\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah;
\nGlory, glory, what\u2019s it to ya?
\nBalmy breezes blowing through ya,
\nWith nothing on at all.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Sarah the Whale<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Dixie)
\nIn Frisco town there lived a whale
\nThey fed her peanuts by the pail,
\nAnd washtubs and bathtubs
\nAnd sailboats and schooners.
\nHer name is Sarah and she\u2019s a peach,
\nBut don\u2019t put food within her reach
\nOr babies, or nursemaids
\nOr chocolate ice cream sodas.
\nShe loves to smile and when she smiles
\nYou can see her teeth for miles and miles,
\nAnd her tonsils and her spare ribs
\nAnd things too fierce to mention.
\nNow what can you do in a case like that,
\nThere\u2019s nothing to do but sit on your hat,
\nOr your toothbrush, or your best friend,
\nOr anything else that\u2019s helpless.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Sipping Cider Through A Straw<\/h1>\n

The prettiest girl [Echo.], I ever saw, [Echo.]
\nWas sipping cider through a straw.
\n[Repeat previous two lines.]
\nI asked her if, [Echo.] she\u2019d show me how, [Echo.]
\nTo sip that cider through a straw.
\n[Repeat previous two lines.]
\nThen cheek to cheek, and jaw to jaw,
\nWe sipped that cider through a straw.
\nEvery now and then, the straw would slip,
\nI\u2019d sip some cider from her lip.
\nThe parson came to her backyard,
\nA sipping cider from a straw.
\nAnd now I have a mother-in-law,
\nAnd fourteen kids to call me Pa.
\nThe moral of this little tale,
\nIs sip your cider from a pail!
\nFeminine variation: Substitute \u201cThe cutest boy\u201d for \u201cThe prettiest girl,\u201d \u201chim\u201d for \u201cher,\u201d \u201che\u201d for \u201cshe,\u201d and \u201cMa\u201d for \u201cPa.\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Sweet Violets<\/h1>\n

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Chorus<\/h2>\n

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Sweet violets, sweeter than the roses,
\nCovered all over from head to toe,
\nCovered all over with sweet violets.<\/p>\n

There once was a farmer who took a young miss
\nIn back of the barn where he gave her a
\nLecture on horses and chickens and eggs,
\nAnd told her that she had such beautiful
\nManners that suited a girl of her charms,
\nA girl that he wanted to take in his
\nWashing and ironing and then, if she did,
\nThey could get married and raise lots of . . . (CHORUS)
\nThe girl told the farmer that he\u2019d better stop
\nAnd she called her father and he called a
\nTaxi and got there before very long,
\n\u2018Cause someone was doing his little girl
\nRight for a change and so that\u2019s why he said,
\n\u201cIf you marry her, son, you\u2019re better off
\nSingle \u2018cause it\u2019s always been my belief,
\nMarriage will bring a man nothing but . . . (CHORUS)
\nThe farmer decided he\u2019d wed any way,
\nAnd started in planning for his wedding
\nSuit, which he purchased for only one buck,
\nBut then he found out he was just out of
\nMoney and so he got left in the lurch,
\nStanding and waiting in front of the
\nEnd of this story which just goes to show,
\nAll a girl wants from a man is his . . . (CHORUS)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>. . . Scout Camp<\/h1>\n

. . Scout Camp, . . . Scout Camp
\nThe busses that you ride in, they say are mighty fine,
\nBut when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h2>\n

Oh, I don\u2019t want to go to . . . Scout Camp.
\nGee, Mom, I want to go, but they won\u2019t let me go;
\nGee, Mom, I want to go home.<\/p>\n

The leaders that they have here, they say are mighty fine,
\nBut when you get up closer, they look like frankenstein.
\nThe first aid that they give you, they say is mighty fine,
\nBut if you cut your finger, you\u2019re left with only nine.
\nThe water that they have here they say is mighty fine,
\nBut when you try to drink it, it tastes like turpentine.
\nThe biscuits that they serve you, they say are mighty fine,
\nBut one rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine
\nThe spaghetti that they serve you, they say is mighty fine
\nThey rinse it the toilet and drain it on the line\/
\nThe cocoa that they serve you, they say is mighty fine
\nIt\u2019s good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine.
\nThe tents\/cabins that you sleep in, they say are mighty fine,
\nBut whoever said this has never slept in mine.
\nThe toilets that they have here are the best that they can get,
\nLast night my tent mate had to go, they haven\u2019t found him yet.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Chigger<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Polly Wolly Doodle)
\nOh, there was a little chigger
\nAnd he wasn\u2019t much bigger
\nThan the head of a tiny pin.
\nBut the bump he raises
\nJust itches like the blazes,
\nAnd that\u2019s where the scratch comes in.
\nBut the bump he raises
\nJust itches like the blazes,
\nAnd that\u2019s where the scratch comes in.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Great Meat Pie<\/h1>\n

The great meat pie was a tidy size,
\nAnd it took a week to make it,
\nA day to carry it to the shop,
\nAnd just a week to bake it.
\nAnd if you\u2019d seen it,
\nI\u2019ll be bound,
\nYour wonder you\u2019d scarce govern.
\nThey were forced to break the front wall down
\nto get it in the oven.
\nIt too full thirty sacks of flour,
\nIt\u2019s a fact now that I utter,
\nThree hundred pails of water, too,
\nAnd a hundred tubs of butter.
\nThe crust was nearly seven feet thick,
\nYou couldn\u2019t easily bruise it,
\nAnd the rolling pin was such a size
\nIt took ten men to use it.
\nThere were twenty-five spareribs of pork,
\nI\u2019m sure I\u2019m not mistaken,
\nWith two and thirty hams for York,
\nAnd twenty sides of bacon.
\nThe pie was made by fifty cooks,
\nAnd all of them first raters,
\nAnd then they filled up all the nooks
\nwith a ton of kidney \u2018taters.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>There Was An Old Woman<\/h1>\n

Verse 1
\nThere was an old woman
\nWho swallowed a fly.
\nI don\u2019t know why
\nshe swallowed that fly.
\nPerhaps she\u2019ll die.
\nVerse 2
\nThere was an old woman
\nWho swallowed a spider,
\nWho wriggled and jiggled and tickled
\nInside her.
\nShe swallowed the spider
\nto catch the fly.
\nI don\u2019t know why
\nshe swallowed that fly.
\nPerhaps she\u2019ll die.
\nVerse 3
\nThere was an old woman
\nWho swallowed a bird.
\nHow absurd! to swallow a bird.
\nShe swallowed the bird
\nTo catch the spider
\nWho wriggled and jiggled and tickled
\nInside her. She swallowed the spider
\nto catch the fly.
\nI don\u2019t know why
\nshe swallowed that fly.
\nPerhaps she\u2019ll die.
\nVerse 4
\nThere was an old woman who swallowed a cat.
\nImagine that! to swallow a cat.
\nShe swallowed the cat To catch the bird.
\nShe swallowed the bird
\nTo catch the spider
\nWho wriggled and jiggled and tickled
\nInside her.
\nShe swallowed the spider
\nto catch the fly.
\nI don\u2019t know why
\nshe swallowed that fly.
\nPerhaps she\u2019ll die.
\n5. dog...What a hog!
\n6. goat...Just opened her throat
\n7. cow...I don\u2019t know how
\n8. horse...She\u2019s dead of course(that ends the song)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Three Little Angels<\/h1>\n

Three little angels
\nAll dressed in white
\nTried to get to Heaven
\nOn the end of a kite.
\nBut the kite broke and
\nDown they all fell.
\nInstead of going to Heaven
\nThey all went to...
\nTwo little angels...
\nOne little angel...
\nThree little devils
\nAll dressed in red
\nTried to get to Heaven
\nOn the end of a thread.
\nBut the thread broke and
\nDown they all fell.
\nInstead of going to Heaven
\nThey all went to...
\nTwo little devils...
\nOne little devil...
\nThree little Martians
\nAll dressed in green
\nTried to get to Heaven
\nOn the end of a string.
\nBut the string broke and
\nDown they all fell.
\nInstead of going to Heaven
\nThey went to...
\nTwo little Martians...
\nOne little Martian...
\nThree little babies
\nAll dressed in blue
\nTried to get to Heaven
\nOn the end of a shoe.
\nBut the shoe broke and
\nDown they all fell.
\nInstead of going to Heaven
\nThey all went to...
\nTwo little babies...
\nOne little baby...
\nDon\u2019t get excited,
\nDon\u2019t lose your head.
\nInstead of going to Heaven
\nThey all went to bed.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Rooster<\/h1>\n

We had some hens, no eggs would they lay,
\nWe had some hens, no eggs would they lay.
\nMy spouse said, \u201cHoney, this isn\u2019t funny.
\nWe\u2019re loosing money.\u201d No eggs would they lay.
\nOne day a rooster came into our yard,
\nHe caught those hens right off of their guard.
\nThey\u2019re laying eggs now, just like they use ta,
\nEver since that rooster came into our yard.
\nThey\u2019re laying eggs now, just like they use ta,
\nEver since that rooster came into our yard.
\nWe had a cow, no milk would she give, [Repeat.]
\nMy spouse said, \u201cHoney, this isn\u2019t funny.
\nWe\u2019re loosing money.\u201d No milk would she give.
\nOne that rooster came into our yard,
\nHe caught the cow right off of her guard.
\nShe giving eggnog, that\u2019s more than she use ta,
\nEver since that rooster came into our yard.
\nShe giving eggnog, that\u2019s more than she use ta,
\nEver since that rooster came into our yard.
\nWe had a field, no crops would it grow . . . . We\u2019re raising eggplant . . . .
\nWe had a dog, no pups did she have . . . . She\u2019s delivering pooched eggs . . . .
\nMe and my wife, no kids did we have . . . . We\u2019re raising egg heads . . . .
\nWe had a gum machine, no gum would it give . . . . We\u2019re getting chiclets . . . .
\nWe had a garden, no flowers would it grow . . . . We\u2019re growing chickweed . . . .
\nWe had some fish, but they wouldn\u2019t grow . . . . We\u2019re raising tuna, it\u2019s the chicken of the sea . . . .
\nWe had a car, but it wouldn\u2019t run . . . . We have a yolkswagen . . .
\nWe had a comedian, no laughs could he get . . . . He\u2019s telling yokes now . . . .
\nWe had a army, no battles did we win . . . . We\u2019re getting shelled now . . . .
\nWe had a cannon, but it wouldn\u2019t fire . . . . We have no rooster . . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Tree Toad<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Auld Lang Syne)
\nA tree toad loved a fair she toad
\nThat lived up in a tree;
\nShe was a fair three-toed tree toad
\nBut a two-toed toad was he.
\nThe two-toed tree toad tried to win
\nThe she toad\u2019s friendly nod;
\nFor the two-toed tree toad loved the ground
\nThat the three-toed tree toad trod.
\nNow three-toed tree toads have no care
\nFor two-toed tree toad love,
\nBut the two-toed tree toad fain would share
\nA tree home up above.
\nIn vain the two-toed tree toad tried;
\nHe couldn\u2019t please her whim.
\nIn her tree toad bower with veto power,
\nThe she toad vetoed him !<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Tom The Toad<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Oh, Christmas Tree)
\nOh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
\nWhy did you jump into the road?
\nOh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
\nWhy did you jump into the road?
\nYou were so big and green and fat
\nBut now you\u2019re small and red and flat.
\nOh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
\nWhy did you jump into the road?
\nOh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
\nWhy are you lying in the road?
\nOh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
\nWhy are you lying in the road?
\nYou did not see that car ahead
\nAnd you were flattened by the tread.
\nOh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
\nWhy are you lying in the road?
\nOh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk
\nWhy do you make my tires go thunk?
\nOh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk
\nWhy do you make my tires go thunk?
\nYou did not look from East to West
\nNow on the road there\u2019s such a mess.
\nOh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk
\nWhy do you make my tires go thunk?
\nOh Sam the Snake, Oh Sam the Snake
\nWhy do you lie out there and bake?
\nOh Sam the Snake, Oh Sam the Snake
\nWhy do you lie out there and bake?
\nYou did not see that truck go by
\nNow you look like a butterfly.
\nOh Sam the Snake, Oh Sam the Snake
\nWhy do you lie out there and bake?
\nA ten-ton truck ran up your snout!
\nOh Froggie Fred, Oh Froggie Fred,
\nWhy do you lie there stone-cold dead?
\nOh Swallow Sam, Oh Swallow Sam,
\nWhat turned your body into jam?
\nOh Swallow Sam, Oh Swallow Sam,
\nWhat turned your body into jam?
\nIn the air you\u2019d quickly speed,
\nAn eighteen-wheeler made you bleed.
\nOh Swallow Sam, Oh Swallow Sam,
\nWhat turned your body into jam?
\nArm\u2019dillo Tex, Arm\u2019dillo Tex,
\nWhy are you looking so perplexed?
\nArm\u2019dillo Tex, Arm\u2019dillo Tex,
\nWhy are you looking so perplexed?
\nAcross the yellow line you strayed,
\nThe truck hit you - like a grenade!
\nArm\u2019dillo Tex, Arm\u2019dillo Tex,
\nWhy are you looking so perplexed?
\nOh Froggie Fred, Oh Froggie Fred,
\nWhy do you lie there stone-cold dead?
\nOh Froggie Fred, Oh Froggie Fred,
\nWhy do you lie there stone-cold dead?
\nYou didn\u2019t look as you jumped out,
\nOh Doggie Spot, Oh Doggie Spot,
\nUpon the road you\u2019re such a blot.
\nOh Doggie Spot, Oh Doggie Spot,
\nUpon the road you\u2019re such a blot.
\nOut in the lane you boldly went,
\nNow your bod\u2019s not worth a cent!
\nOh Doggie Spot, Oh Doggie Spot,
\nUpon the road you \u2018re such a blot.
\nOh Bunny Ben, Oh Bunny Ben,
\nWhy is your body flat and thin?
\nOh Bunny Ben, Oh Bunny Ben,
\nWhy is your body flat and thin?
\nOut on the road you quickly jumped,
\nYou didn\u2019t count on getting bumped.
\nOh Bunny Ben, Oh Bunny Ben,
\nWhy is your body flat and thin?
\nOh Billy Bat, Oh Billy Bat,
\nWhy are you lying still like that?
\nOh Billy Bat, Oh Billy Bat,
\nWhy are you lying still like that?
\nAlong the road you swooped and flapped,
\nBut a trucker\u2019s windshield got you zapped!
\nOh Billy Bat, Oh Billy Bat,
\nWhy are you lying still like that?
\nOh Turtle Ted, Oh turtle Ted,
\nYour shell\u2019s all broken - so\u2019s your head.
\nOh Turtle Ted, Oh turtle Ted,
\nYour shell\u2019s all broken - so\u2019s your head.
\nIn the road you thought you\u2019d travel,
\nNow you\u2019re ground into the gravel.
\nOh Turtle Ted, Oh turtle Ted,
\nYour shell\u2019s all broken - so\u2019s your head.
\nOh Possum Pete, Oh Possum Pete
\nThere\u2019s nothing left but hair and feet
\nOh Possum Pete, Oh Possum Pete
\nThere\u2019s nothing left but hair and feet
\nOh Possum Pete, Oh Possum Pete
\nThere\u2019s nothing left but hair and feet
\nYou thought you\u2019d beat that bus across
\nNow you look like a pile of moss.<\/p>\n

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Tom the Toad (and friends)<\/h1>\n

[Tune: O, Tannenbaum]
\nOh, Tom the toad, oh Tom the toad, why are you lying in the road? [Repeat]
\nYou did not see the truck ahead, and now your looking oh so dead.
\nOh, Tom the toad, oh Tom the toad, so sad you\u2019re lying in the road?
\nOh, Tom the toad, oh Tom the toad, why did you jump out in the road? [Repeat]
\nYou were so big and green and fat, but now you\u2019re small and red and flat.
\nOh, Tom the toad, oh Tom the toad, why did you jump out in the road?
\nOh, Tom the toad, oh Tom the toad, why did you jump out in the road? [Repeat]
\nYou were alive but now you\u2019re dead, your face looks like a tire tread.
\nOh, Tom the toad, oh Tom the toad, why did you jump out in the road?
\nOh, Tom the toad, oh Tom the toad, why are you lying in the road? [Repeat]
\nYou used to hop and jump about, and now your guts are spilling out.
\nOh, Tom the toad, oh Tom the toad, so sad you\u2019re lying in the road?
\nOh, Jake the snake, oh Jake the snake, why are you belly-up in the lake? [Repeat]
\nYou did not see that motor boat, propeller got you by the throat.
\nOh, Jake the snake, oh Jake the snake, so sad you swam out in the lake?
\nOh, Mat the cat, oh Mat the cat, why is your tail so crooked like that? [Repeat]
\nYou caught it in the vacuum machine [Eyoww!], and now your acting awfully mean.
\nOh, Mat the cat, oh Mat the cat, that\u2019s why your tail is crooked like that.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Two Little Fleas<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Auld Lang Syne)
\nTwo little fleas together sat
\nThey cried when one flea said;
\n\u201cI\u2019ve had no place to lay my head,
\nSince my old dog is dead.
\nI\u2019ve travelled far from place to place
\nAnd farther will I roam.
\nBut the next old dog that shows his face
\nWill be my home sweet home.\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>With My Hand on Myself<\/h1>\n

With my hand on myself, vas is das here? [Touch top of head.]
\nDas is mine topnotcher, ya mama dear.
\nTopnotcher, topnotcher, ya mama dear.
\nDot\u2019s vot I learned in der school, boom-boom.
\nTo continue, substitute a word from the following list for
\n\u201ctopnotcher\u201d and add to the list each time you sing. Recite
\nin reverse as with the Menu Song.
\nSweat brower
\nEye winker
\nHorn blower
\nSoup strainer
\nLunch eater
\nChin chowser
\nRubbernecker
\nChest protector
\nBreadbasket
\nFoot stomper<\/p>\n

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