{"id":1983,"date":"2018-09-01T09:36:18","date_gmt":"2018-09-01T08:36:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.scoutingresources.org.uk\/wordpress\/?page_id=1983"},"modified":"2018-09-01T10:43:19","modified_gmt":"2018-09-01T09:43:19","slug":"campfire-songs-iii","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.scoutingresources.org.uk\/wordpress\/programme-planning\/songs\/campfire-songs-iii\/","title":{"rendered":"Campfire Songs III"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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Bingo Was His Name-o<\/p>\n

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Blow, Ye Winds<\/p>\n

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Boom Chicka Boom<\/p>\n

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Cannibal King, Medley<\/p>\n

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Bringing Home A Baby Bumblebee<\/p>\n

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Cheese<\/p>\n

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Doodley Doo<\/p>\n

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Dese Bones gonna Rise Again<\/p>\n

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Fast Food<\/p>\n

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Down in the Valley<\/p>\n

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Father Abraham<\/p>\n

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Dummy Line<\/p>\n

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Froggie!<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s An Insect World<\/p>\n

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Goin\u2019 On a Lion Hunt<\/p>\n

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Lions and Tigers and Bears<\/p>\n

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Ham and Eggs<\/p>\n

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Menu Song<\/p>\n

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Head and Shoulders<\/p>\n

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On Top of Old Smoky<\/p>\n

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Hey Lollee<\/p>\n

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Pass It On<\/p>\n

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I Wish I Was<\/p>\n

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Polly Wolly Doodle<\/p>\n

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If I Were Not a . . . Scout<\/p>\n

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Ravioli<\/p>\n

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If It\u2019s Raining<\/p>\n

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Red River Valley<\/p>\n

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Junior Birdmen<\/p>\n

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Scout Travelers<\/p>\n

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Music Concert<\/p>\n

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The Cat Came Back<\/p>\n

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My Aunt Came Back<\/p>\n

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The Fox<\/p>\n

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My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean<\/p>\n

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The Ghost of Anne Bolelyn<\/p>\n

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My Hat It Has Three Corners<\/p>\n

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The Scout Who Never Returned<\/p>\n

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Oh You Can\u2019t Get to Heaven<\/p>\n

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The Thing<\/p>\n

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Quartermaster\u2019s Store<\/p>\n

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The Unicorn Song<\/p>\n

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Singing in the Rain<\/p>\n

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Three Fishermen<\/p>\n

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The Animal Fair<\/p>\n

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Turkey in the Straw<\/p>\n

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The Little Green Frog<\/p>\n

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Twelve Days of [Summer]
\n Camp<\/p>\n

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This Old Man<\/p>\n

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Three Wood Pigeons<\/p>\n

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Wading<\/p>\n

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Way Over the Irish Sea<\/p>\n

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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>Doodley Doo<\/h1>\n

Please sing to me that sweet melody
\nCalled doodley doo, doodley doo.
\nI like the rest,
\nbut the part I like best
\nGoes doodley doo, doodley doo.
\nIt\u2019s the simplest thing
\nthere isn\u2019t much to it
\nI like it so, wherever I go,
\nIt\u2019s doodley doodley doo.
\nCome on and waddaly atcha, waddaly atcha
\nWaddaly o, waddaly o
\nWaddaly atcha, waddaly atcha
\nWaddaly o, waddaly o
\nIt\u2019s the simplest thing
\nthere isn\u2019t much to it
\nI like it so, wherever I go,
\nIt\u2019s doodl ey doodley doo.
\nActions
\nslap knees twice, clap hands twice
\npass the right hand over the left hand twice
\npass the left hand over the right hand twice
\ntouch the nose with the right hand twice, then
\ntouch the left shoulder with the right hand and leave it there.
\ntouch the nose with the left hand, then
\ntouch the right shoulder with the left hand and leave it there.
\ntap the shoulders twice
\nput both hands in the air and snap fingers twice
\nslap knees twice, clap hands twice<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Froggie!<\/h1>\n

Dog.
\nDog, cat.
\nDog, cat, mouse.
\nFroggie!
\nItsy bitsy, teeny weeny little bitty froggie.
\nJump, jump, jump, little froggie.
\nSpiders and flies are scrum-deli-icious.
\nRibbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit,
\nCroak.
\nActions: Set up a clap\/lap-slapping rhythm, and repeat each line after the leader. On the first run-through, do it slowly; with each repetition go faster, until the audience tires.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Hey Lollee<\/h1>\n

This song is meant to be made up by the singers as you go along. But if you decide to play it this way, you might want to sing a chorus between each verse to let the next person think up some lines.
\nHey Lollee, lollee,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nHey Lollee, lollee,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nThis is a crazy kind of song,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nYou make it up as you go along,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nWhen calypso singers sing this song,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nIt sometimes lasts the whole day long,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nFirst you invent a simple rhyme,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nThen another one to rhyme,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nWhile you catch on I\u2019ll sing a verse,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nThen you do one that\u2019s even worse,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nI know a girl named Emily, (or use another name that rhymes)
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nShe sings \u201cHey Lollee\u201d in just one key,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nTonight we\u2019ve chosen another key,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nYou won\u2019t be hearing from Emily,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nS\/he sings \u201cHey Lollee\u201d day and night,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nIt never seems to come out right,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nI know a man name Mr. Jones,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nWhen he sings, everybody groans,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nThe singer you fast the getter it\u2019s tuff,
\nHey Lollee , lollee, lo.
\nTo line up makes that you won\u2019t muff,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nLet\u2019s put this song back on the shelf,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.
\nif you want anymore you can sing it yourself,
\nHey Lollee, lollee, lo.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I Wish I Was<\/h1>\n

[Tune: If You\u2019re Happy]
\nOh, a little stripe-ed skunk.
\nOh, I wish I was a little stripe-ed skunk.
\nI would sit up in the tree-sies, and perfume all the
\nbreezies.
\nOh, I wish I was a little stripe-ed skunk.
\nMosquito-Oh, I\u2019d itchy and I\u2019d bitey, under everybody\u2019s nighty.
\nCake of Soap-Oh, I\u2019d slippy and I\u2019d slidey over everybody\u2019s hidey.
\nFishy in the Sea-Oh, wouldn\u2019t I look cute, without my bathing suit.
\nEnglish Sparrow-Oh, I\u2019d sit up in the steeple, and spit on all the people.
\nBog o\u2019 Mud-Oh, I\u2019d oozy and I\u2019d goozy into everybody\u2019s shoesie.
\nSlippery Root-Oh, I\u2019d stick up in the trail, and I\u2019d flop you on your tail.
\nCandle Flame-Oh, I\u2019d be so very bright, and go out every night.
\nSafety Pin-And everything that\u2019s busted, I would hold until I rusted.
\nCan of Soda-I\u2019d go down with a slurp, and come up with a burp.
\nKangaroo-Oh, I\u2019d hippy and I\u2019d hoppy inside my mommy\u2019s pockie.
\nSpoon of Castor Oil-Oh, I\u2019d lubricate the chassies of all the lads and lassies.
\nSugar Bun-Oh, I\u2019d slippy and I\u2019d slidey into everyone\u2019s insides.
\nJuicy little orange-When you squeeze me, I would squirty onto everybody\u2019s shirty.
\nForeign car-I would run and I\u2019d speedy over slow pedestrians\u2019 feety.
\nWater Bed-Oh, I\u2019d wobble and I\u2019d wiggle and make the sleepers giggle.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>If It\u2019s Raining<\/h1>\n

If it\u2019s raining and you know it clap your hands (twice).
\n[Repeat.]
\nIf it\u2019s raining and you know it then your clothes will surely show it.
\nIf it\u2019s raining and you know it clap your hands (twice).
\nIf the mud is only knee deep, stamp your feet (twice). [Repeat.]
\nIf the mud is only knee deep, and you wish that it were hip deep,
\nIf the mud is only knee deep, stamp your feet (twice).
\nIf the wind is really blowing, shake your head (twice).
\n[Repeat.]
\nIf the wind is really blowing, and your permanent is going,
\nIf the wind is really blowing, shake your head (twice).
\nIf the temperature is falling, rub your hands. [Repeat.]
\nIf the temperature is falling, and your spirits are appalling,
\nIf the temperature is falling, rub your hands.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>If I Were Not a . . . Scout<\/h1>\n

[Tune: This is the Music Concert]
\nNow I\u2019m a [Boy\/Girl] Scout, as you can plainly see.
\nBut if I weren\u2019t a [Boy\/Girl] Scout, . . .
\n1. A bird watcher I\u2019d be
\nHark a lark, flying through the park, SPLAT!
\n2. A plumber I would be
\nPlunge it, flush it, look out below!
\n3. A mermaid I would be
\nBloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop!
\n4. A carpenter I\u2019d be
\nTwo by four, nail it to the floor!
\n5. A secretary I\u2019d be
\nz-z-z-z get the point, z-z-z-z get the point?
\n6. A teacher I would be
\nSit down, shut up, throw away your gum!
\n7. An airline attendant I\u2019d be
\nCoffee, tea, or me, sir; here\u2019s your little bag, BLEH!
\n8. A typist I would be
\nTicka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ZING!
\n9. A hippie I would be
\nLove and peace, my hair is full of grease!
\n10.A farmer I would be
\nHere\u2019s a cow, there\u2019s a cow, and here\u2019s another yuck!
\n11.A laundry worker I would be
\nStarchy here, starchy there, starchy in your underwear!
\n12.A cashier I would be
\nTwenty nine, forty nine, here is your change, sir!
\n13.A gym teacher I\u2019d be
\nWe must, we must, improve the bust!
\n14.A medic I would be
\nTurn around, drop your pants, jab, jab, jab!
\n15.A doctor I would be
\nTake a pill; pay my bill! I\u2019m going golfing!
\n16.An electrician I would be
\nPositive, negative; turn on the juice-ZZZT!
\n17.A fireman I would be
\nJump lady! Jump lady! Whoo-ooah! GOTCHA!
\n18.A cook I would be
\nMix it, bake it; heartburn-BURP!
\n19.A ice cream maker I\u2019d be
\nTutti-frutti, tutti-fruitti, nice ice cream!
\n20.A politician I would be
\nRaise the taxes, lower the pay, vote for me on election day!
\n21.A butcher I would be
\nChop it up, grind it up, make a little patty!
\n22.A garbage collector I\u2019d be
\nLift it, dump it, sort out the goodies!
\n23.A [Domino\u2019s] pizza maker I\u2019d be
\n30 minute, fast delivery!
\n24.A clam digger I would be
\nDig one here, dig one there-Oh my frozen derriere!
\n25.Superman I would be
\nIt\u2019s a bird, it\u2019s a plane, where is Lois Lane?
\n26.Lois Lane I would be
\nGet away, get away, get away, Clark Kent!
\n27.A cyclist I would be
\npeddle, peddle, peddle, peddle; ring, ring, ring!
\n28.A truck driver I\u2019d be
\nHere\u2019s a curve, there\u2019s a curve. HERE\u2019S A BETTER CURVE! [Makes outline of shapely woman.]
\n29.A house cleaner I\u2019d be
\nOoh, a bug; squish it in the rug!
\n30.A baby [toddler] I would be
\nMama, Dada, I wuv you!
\n31.A Preacher I would be
\nWell, well, you never can tell; you might go to heaven, or you might go to hell!
\nFinally: A [Opposite organization] Scout I would be!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>My Aunt Came Back<\/h1>\n

My Aunt came back from old Algiers;
\nShe brought to me a pair of shears.
\n. . . from old Japan . . . a hand-made fan.
\n. . . from Holland too . . . a wooden shoe. [stomp foot]
\n. . . from Kalamazoo . . . some gum to chew.
\n. . . from the Belgian fair . . . a rocking chair.
\n. . . when she was able . . . a ping pong table. [turn head from side to side]
\n. . . from the Hebrides . . . some itchy fleas. [squirm]
\n. . . from the Argentine . . . a sewing machine.
\n. . . from Timbuktu . . . some nuts like you!
\nAt the end of each stanza, add a suitable motion for the audience to do (standing). As the motions accumulate the audience has an increasingly difficult time doing them all the same time, hence the appropriateness of the last stanza.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Three Wood Pigeons<\/h1>\n

Three wood pigeons, three wood pigeons,
\nThree wood pigeons sitting in a tree.
\nLEADER: Look! One has flown away!
\nGROUP: Aww! Wailing
\nTwo wood pigeons, two wood pigeons, etc.
\nLEADER: Look! Another has flown!
\nGROUP: Oh-h-h! Louder wailing
\nOne wood pigeon, one wood pigeon, etc.
\nLEADER: Oh-oh! There goes the last one!
\nGROUP: Oh-h-h! Very loud wailing
\nNo wood pigeons, no wood pigeons, etc.
\nLEADER: But, wait! One has returned!
\nGROUP: Ah-h! Joyfully
\nOne wood pigeon, one wood pigeon, etc.
\nLEADER: Now, another has returned!
\nGROUP:Loud cheers
\nTwo wood pigeons, two wood pigeons, etc.
\nLEADER: Hurray! The third one has returned!
\nGROUP: Tremendous cheers
\nThree wood pigeons, three wood pigeons, etc. Rapidly and enthusiastically
\nActions: Choose three persons to represent the pigeons. On cue, these \u2018fly\u2019 off (or in) with comical antics.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Wading<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
\nShe waded in the water and she got her ankles wet.
\nShe waded in the water and she got her ankles wet.
\nShe waded in the water and she got her ankles wet.
\nBut she didn\u2019t get her (clap, clap) wet.
\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah;
\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah;
\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah;
\nShe didn\u2019t get her (clap , clap) wet, yet.
\n2. knees
\n3. thighs
\n4. She waded in the water and she finally got it wet.
\nShe finally got her bathing suit wet.<\/p>\n

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My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean<\/h1>\n

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My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
\nMy Bonnie lies over the sea,
\nMy Bonnie lies over the ocean,
\nOh bring back my Bonnie to me.
\nBring back, bring back, Oh bring back my Bonnie to me, to me; [Repeat.]
\nAction: As you sing each word beginning with the letter B, change from a standing to a sitting position and vice versa. All should be standing at the end of the song. When you have mastered these movements, sing it again, faster.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>My Hat It Has Three Corners<\/h1>\n

My hat it has three corners,
\nThree corners has my hat,
\nAnd had it not three corners,
\nIt would not be my hat.
\nThe first time, sing all the words. The second time, touch the top of the head instead of saying the word, \u201chat.\u201d The third time, also hold up three fingers instead of saying the word, \u201cthree.\u201d The fourth time, keep all the previous actions and hold up an elbow instead of saying the word, \u201ccorners.\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>This Old Man<\/h1>\n

This old man, he plays one,
\nHe plays knick-knack on my thumb.
\nWith a knick-knack, paddy-wack, give a dog a bone.
\nThis old man goes rolling home.
\nTwo-on my shoe. [Tap shoe.]
\nThree-on my knee. [Tap on knee.]
\nFour-on the floor. [Touch the floor.]
\nFive-on my hive. [Move hands as if brushing bees away]
\nSix-on my sticks. [Tap knuckles of other hand.]
\nSeven-up to Devon. [Shake fist.]
\nEight-on my pate. [Tap top of head.]
\nNine-on my spine. [Touch backbone.]
\nTen-now and then. [Raise hands shoulder high, open and close fists in rhythm.]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Junior Birdmen<\/h1>\n

[Tune: On Brave Old Army Team]
\nUp in the air, Junior Birdmen; up in the air, upside down,
\nUp in the air, Junior Birdmen; with your noses to the ground.
\nAnd when you hear the grand announcement: that your wings are made of tin.
\nWell, then you know, Junior Birdmen, it\u2019s time to send your box tops in.
\nFor it takes: 5 box tops, 4 bottle bottoms, 3 coupons, 2 wrappers, and one thin dime!
\nActions: Make a face mask each time you sing the words, \u201cJunior Birdmen\u201d by lacing your fingers. Then, with thumbs under the chin, twist your hands outwards so that you make goggles for the eyes. On \u201cUpside down,\u201d perform a jet plane swoop outstretched arms. On \u201cGround,\u201d bring the swooping arms as near to the ground as possible.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Ham and Eggs<\/h1>\n

Ham and eggs, ham and eggs,
\nI like mine fried nice and brown,
\nI like mine fried upside down.
\nHam and eggs, ham and eggs,
\nFlip \u2018em, flop \u2018em, flop \u2018em, flip \u2018em; ham and eggs!
\nVariation: Divide group in two and alternatively sing phases between the punctuation. All sing the last \u201cham and eggs.\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Music Concert<\/h1>\n

In this song, the sound of each instrument is added to the
\nprevious one after each verse.
\nThis is the music concert from the fatherland. [Audience repeat.]
\nAnd I play the viola . . . .Vio-vio-vio-la, vio-vio-vio-la, vio-vio-vio-la, vio-vio-vio-la.
\nAnd I play the piano . . . . Plink, plink, plink-plink-plink\u2026
\nAnd I play the bass drum . . . . Boom, boom. boom-boom-boom\u2026
\nAnd I play the trumpet . . . . Ta, ta, ta-ta-ta, etc.
\nAnd I play the tuba . . . . Oompah, oopah-pah, etc.
\nAnd I play the bagpipes . . . . Gnaa, gnaa, gnaa-na-na, etc.
\nAnd I play the bass violin . . . . Zoom, zoom, zoom-zoom-zoom.. And I am the conductor . . . . [Make the motions of a conductor.]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Quartermaster\u2019s Store<\/h1>\n

There are rats, rats, as big as alley cats,
\nAt the store, at the store.
\nThere are rats, rats, as big as alley cats,
\nAt the Quartermaster\u2019s store.
\nChorus
\nMy eyes are dim, I can not see.
\nI have not brought my specks with me. [Repeat.]
\nMice . . . running through the rice.
\nSnakes . . . as big as garden rakes.
\nBeans . . . as big as submarines.
\nGravy . . . enough to float the navy.
\nCakes . . . that give us tummy aches.
\nEggs . . . with scaly chicken legs.
\nButter . . . running in the gutter.
\nLard . . . they sell it by the yard.
\nBread . . . with great big lumps like lead.
\nCheese . . . that makes you want to sneeze.
\nSoot . . . they grow it by the foot.
\nGoats . . . eating all the oats
\nBees . . . with little knobby knees.
\nOwls . . . shredding paper towels.
\nApes . . . eating all the grapes.
\nTurtles . . . wearing rubber girdles.
\nBear . . . with curlers in its hair.
\nBuffalos . . . with hair between their toes.
\nFoxes . . . stuffed in little boxes.
\nCoke . . . enough to make you choke.
\nPepsi . . . that gives you apoplexy.
\nRoaches . . . sleeping in the coaches.
\nFlies . . . swarming \u2018round the pies.
\nFishes . . . washing all the dishes.
\nMoths . . . eating through the cloths
\nScouts . . . eating brussel sprouts.
\nLeaders . . . slapping at the skeeters.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Oh You Can\u2019t Get to Heaven<\/h1>\n

Oh the Deacon went down, to the cellar to pray.
\nBut he fell asleep, and stayed all day.
\n[Repeat.]
\nI Ain\u2019t gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nChorus
\nI Ain\u2019t gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nI Ain\u2019t gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nI Ain\u2019t gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, in a rocking chair.
\n\u2018Cause the Lord don\u2019t allow, no lazybones there. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, in a [name of person]\u2019s car.
\n\u2018Cause the gosh darn thing, won\u2019t go that far. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, in a [name of person]\u2019s boat.
\n\u2018Cause the gosh darn thing, won\u2019t even float. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, on water skis.
\n\u2018Cause the Lord don\u2019t allow, no hairy knees. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, on roller skates.
\n\u2018Cause you\u2019ll roll right by those pearly gates. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven in a limousine,
\n\u2018Cause the Lord don\u2019t sell no gasoline. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven on a motor bike,
\n\u2018Cause you\u2019ll get halfway, then you\u2019ll have to hike. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven in a supersonic jet,
\n\u2018Cause the Lord ain\u2019t got no runways yet. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven with powder and paint,
\n\u2018Cause it makes you look like what you ain\u2019t. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven in a strapless gown,
\n\u2018Cause the gosh darn thing might fall right down. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven in [name of person]\u2019s pants,
\n\u2018Cause [name of person]\u2019s pants are full of ants. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t chew terbaccy on the golden shore,
\n\u2018Cause the Lord don\u2019t have no cuspidor. etc.
\nOh I want to go to heaven, and I want to do it right,
\nSo I\u2019ll go up to heaven all dressed in white. etc.
\nOh one fine day, and it won\u2019t be long,
\nYou\u2019ll look for me, and I\u2019ll be gone. etc.
\nOh if you get to heaven, before I do.
\nJust bore a hole, and pull me through. etc.
\nWell if I get to heaven, before you do.
\nI\u2019ll plug that hole, with shavings and glue. etc.
\nThat\u2019s all there is, there ain\u2019t no more.
\nSaint Peter said, as he closed the door. etc.
\nOh there\u2019s one more thing I forgot to tell,
\nIf you don\u2019t go to heaven, you\u2019ll go to hell. etc.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Fast Food<\/h1>\n

This is an action song the actions will be given at the end The tune to this is a ram sam sam<\/p>\n

Pizza Hut a Pizza Hut
\nKentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
\nPizza Hut a Pizza Hut
\nKentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
\nMcDonald McDonalds
\nKentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
\nA Burger King a Burger King
\nLong John Silvers and a Burger King
\nA Burger King a Burger King
\nLong John Silvers and a Burger King
\nRed Lobster Red Lobster
\nLong John Silvers and a Burger King
\nDairy Queen A Dairy Queen
\nChucky Cheese and a Dairy Queen
\nDairy Queen A Dairy Queen
\nChucky Cheese and a Dairy Queen
\nRoy Rogers Roy Rogers
\nChucky Cheese and a Dairy Queen<\/p>\n

Actions<\/h3>\n

Pizza Hut - Make shape of a hut in the air.
\nKentucky Fried- Flap elbows up and down in the manner of a demented chicken.
\nMcDonalds - Put hands on top of head and bring out and down to produce the \u201cGolden Arches\u201d.
\nBurger King - Put hands on head with fingers up to make a crown
\nLong John Silver - mimic sword play
\nRed Lobster - hold up arms and bring fingers down on thumbs like lobster claws snapping
\nDairy Queen - mimic milking a cow
\nChuckey Cheese - mimic throwing up a pizza
\nRoy Rogers - mimic riding a horse<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Bingo Was His Name-o<\/h1>\n

There was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name-o\u2019
\nB-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, and Bingo was his name-o.<\/p>\n

Sing song through six times, the first time just spelling out
\nthe name BINGO; second time, clap the \u2018B\u2019 and spell out the last four letters; third time, clap the \u2018B\u2019 and the \u2018I\u2019 and spell out the last three letters; etc., until all five letters are clapped out.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Bringing Home A Baby Bumblebee<\/h1>\n

[This song cycles so that certain verses can be repeated until the singers tire of it.]<\/p>\n

I\u2019m bringing home a baby bumblebee,
\nWon\u2019t my Mommy be so proud of me,
\nI\u2019m bringing home a baby bumblebee,
\nOoh, he stung me!
\nI\u2019m squashing up my baby bumblebee,
\n.
\n.
\n.
\nOoh, now its all over my hands!
\nI\u2019m licking off my baby bumblebee
\n.
\n.
\n.
\nOoh, that made me sick!
\nI\u2019m throwing up my baby bumblebee
\n.
\n.
\n.
\nOoh, now the floor is all messy!
\nI\u2019m scraping up my baby bumblebee
\n.
\n.
\n.
\nOoh, he stung me a again!
\nVariations :
\nI\u2019m bringing home a baby rattlesnake,
\nWon\u2019t my darling Mommy really shake.
\n.
\n.
\n.
\nOoh, he bit me!
\nI\u2019m stomping on my baby rattlesnake, etc.
\nI\u2019m bringing home a baby grizzly bear,
\nWon\u2019t my Mommy beat it out of there.
\n.
\n.
\n.
\n[One suggested scenario involves shooing off the bear; having to clean up after the mess (scat) left behind, and finally bring the bear back to clean up after itself.]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Father Abraham<\/h1>\n

Father Abraham had seven sons sir.
\nSeven sons sir had Father Abraham.
\nAnd they never laughed, and they never cried,
\nAll the did was go like this: with a left (arm moving) . . . .
\n. . . With a left (arm) and a right (arm).
\nFinally: . . . with a left and a right, and a left (leg) and a
\nright (leg), and a nod, and a wiggle.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Goin\u2019 On a Lion Hunt<\/h1>\n

[Audience echoes each line and sets up clap\/lap-slapping rhythm.]
\nGoin\u2019 on a lion hunt.
\nGoin to catch a big one.
\nI\u2019m not afraid.
\nLook, what\u2019s up ahead?
\nMud!
\nCan\u2019t go over it.
\nCan\u2019t go under it.
\nCan\u2019t go around it.
\nGotta go through it. [Make sloshing sounds and move hands as if slogging.]
\nSticks. [Snap fingers.]
\nTree. [Make gestures climbing up and down.]
\nGate. [Make gate-opening gestures.]
\nRiver. [make swimming gestures.]
\nCave. [Go in it and find lion. Reverse all motions quicky to get home.]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes<\/h1>\n

Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
\nHead and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
\nEye and ears, and a mouth and a nose.
\nHead and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
\nTouch the appropriate body part each time it\u2019s mentioned. Second time: don\u2019t say the word \u2018head\u2019 aloud, but still touch it. Each verse thereafter, add another body part that you touch but don\u2019t mention aloud.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Singing in the Rain<\/h1>\n

We\u2019re singing in the rain, just singing in the rain.
\nWhat a glorious feeling, we\u2019re happy again.
\nThumbs up! [Group echoes.]
\nToot-ta-ta-da, toot-ta-ta-da, toot-DA-DA. [Group echoes.]<\/p>\n

Add each of the following, in turn:
\nElbows in
\nKnees bent
\nToes together
\nBuns back
\nChest out
\nChin down
\nTongue out<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Little Green Frog<\/h1>\n

Um-ah [with the tongue], went the little green frog one day.
\nUm-ah, went the little green frog.
\nUm-ah, went the little green frog one day.
\nAnd the frog he went um-ah, um-ah, ah.
\nka-yunk, went the little green frog one day.
\nka-yunk, went the little green frog.
\nka-yunk, went the little green frog one day.
\nAnd his eyes went yenk, yank, yunk. [Make eye-popping gestures with hands.]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Way Over the Irish Sea<\/h1>\n

When I was one, I had just begun
\nThe day I went to sea
\nI climbed aboard a pirate ship and the captain said to me,
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll go this way, that way, forward and back
\nWay over the Irish Sea.
\nA bottle of Coke to soothe my throat,
\nAnd that\u2019s the life for me.
\nDa, da, dum; da, da, dum . . .
\nWhen I was two, I tied my shoe . . .
\nWhen I was three, I bumped my knee . . .
\nWhen I was four, I shut the door . . .
\nWhen I was five, I was still alive . . .
\nWhen I was six, I gathered sticks . . .
\nWhen I was seven, I was almost in heaven . . .
\nWhen I was eight, I closed the gate . . .
\nWhen I was nine, I was feeling fine . . .
\nWhen I was ten, I started over again . . .<\/p>\n

[Suggested motions: \u201c...climbed aboard...\u201d {as if climbing up the side of a ship} \u201c...the captain said...\u201d {give salute}
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll go...\u201d {bend at the waist; first left, right, for ward, and back} \u201c...over the Irish Sea.\u201d {make waves with hand} \u201c...bottle of coke...\u201d {as if chugging a soft drink} \u201c...to soothe my throat...\u201d {touch throat with hand} \u201c...that\u2019s the life...\u201d {slap knee and raise hand} \u201c...da, da, dum...\u201d {step forward, step back}<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Quartermaster\u2019s Store<\/h1>\n

There are rats, rats, as big as alley cats,
\nAt the store, at the store.
\nThere are rats, rats, as big as alley cats,
\nAt the Quartermaster\u2019s store.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

My eyes are dim, I can not see.
\nI have not brought my specks with me. [Repeat.]<\/p>\n

Mice . . . running through the rice.
\nSnakes . . . as big as garden rakes.
\nBeans . . . as big as submarines.
\nGravy . . . enough to float the navy.
\nCakes . . . that give us tummy aches.
\nEggs . . . with scaly chicken legs.
\nButter . . . running in the gutter.
\nLard . . . they sell it by the yard.
\nBread . . . with great big lumps like lead.
\nCheese . . . that makes you want to sneeze.
\nSoot . . . they grow it by the foot.
\nGoats . . . eating all the oats
\nBees . . . with little knobby knees.
\nOwls . . . shredding paper towels.
\nApes . . . eating all the grapes.
\nTurtles . . . wearing rubber girdles.
\nBear . . . with curlers in its hair.
\nBuffalos . . . with hair between their toes.
\nFoxes . . . stuffed in little boxes.
\nCoke . . . enough to make you choke.
\nPepsi . . . that gives you apoplexy.
\nRoaches . . . sleeping in the coaches.
\nFlies . . . swarming \u2018round the pies.
\nFishes . . . washing all the dishes.
\nMoths . . . eating through the cloths
\nScouts . . . eating brussel sprouts.
\nLeaders . . . slapping at the skeeters.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Oh You Can\u2019t Get to Heaven<\/h1>\n

Oh the Deacon went down, to the cellar to pray.
\nBut he fell asleep, and stayed all day.
\n[Repeat.]
\nI Ain\u2019t gonna grieve my Lord no more.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

I Ain\u2019t gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nI Ain\u2019t gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nI Ain\u2019t gonna grieve my Lord no more.<\/p>\n

Oh you can\u2019t get to heaven, in a rocking chair.
\n\u2018Cause the Lord don\u2019t allow, no lazybones there. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, in a [name of person]\u2019s car.
\n\u2018Cause the gosh darn thing, won\u2019t go that far. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, in a [name of person]\u2019s boat.
\n\u2018Cause the gosh darn thing, won\u2019t even float. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, on water skis.
\n\u2018Cause the Lord don\u2019t allow, no hairy knees. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven, on roller skates.
\n\u2018Cause you\u2019ll roll right by those pearly gates. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven in a limousine,
\n\u2018Cause the Lord don\u2019t sell no gasoline. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven on a motor bike,
\n\u2018Cause you\u2019ll get halfway, then you\u2019ll have to hike. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven in a supersonic jet,
\n\u2018Cause the Lord ain\u2019t got no runways yet. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven with powder and paint,
\n\u2018Cause it makes you look like what you ain\u2019t. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven in a strapless gown,
\n\u2018Cause the gosh darn thing might fall right down. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to heaven in [name of person]\u2019s pants,
\n\u2018Cause [name of person]\u2019s pants are full of ants. etc.
\nOh you can\u2019t chew terbaccy on the golden shore,
\n\u2018Cause the Lord don\u2019t have no cuspidor. etc.
\nOh I want to go to heaven, and I want to do it right,
\nSo I\u2019ll go up to heaven all dressed in white. etc.
\nOh one fine day, and it won\u2019t be long,
\nYou\u2019ll look for me, and I\u2019ll be gone. etc.
\nOh if you get to heaven, before I do.
\nJust bore a hole, and pull me through. etc.
\nWell if I get to heaven, before you do.
\nI\u2019ll plug that hole, with shavings and glue. etc.
\nThat\u2019s all there is, there ain\u2019t no more.
\nSaint Peter said, as he closed the door. etc.
\nOh there\u2019s one more thing I forgot to tell,
\nIf you don\u2019t go to heaven, you\u2019ll go to hell. etc.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Turkey in the Straw<\/h1>\n

Oh, as I was a goin\u2019 down the road,
\nWith a tired team and a heavy load,
\nI cracked my whip and leader sprung,
\nI says good-day to the wagon tongue.
\nChorus
\nTurkey in the straw, turkey in the hay, [Repeat.]
\nRoll \u2018em up and twist \u2018em up a high tuckahaw,
\nAnd play a little tune called \u2018Turkey in the Straw.\u2019
\nOh, I jumped in the seat, and I gave a little yell,
\nThe horses ran away, broke the wagon all to hell,
\nSugar in the gourd and honey in the horn,
\nI never been so happy since the day I was born.
\nOh, I went out to milk, and I didn\u2019t know how,
\nI milked the goat instead of the cow.
\nA monkey sittin\u2019 on a pile of straw,
\nA-winkin\u2019 his eyes at his mother-in-law.
\nWell, I met Mr. Catfish comin\u2019 down stream,
\nSays Mr. Catfish, \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nI caught Mr. Catfish by the snout,
\nAnd I turned Mr. Catfish wrong side out.
\nWell, I came to a river and I couldn\u2019t get across,
\nSo I paid five dollars for a blind old hoss;
\nHe wouldn\u2019t go ahead, and he wouldn\u2019t stand still,
\nSo we went up and down like an old saw mill.
\nAs I came down the new cut road,
\nI met Mr. Bullfrog, I met Miss Toad,
\nAnd every time Miss Toad would sing,
\nOld Bullfrog cut a pigeon wing.
\nOh, I had an old hen and she had a wooden leg,
\nShe was the best darn hen that ever laid an egg;
\nShe laid more eggs than any hen on the farm,
\nAnd a little competition didn\u2019t do her any harm.
\nWell, if frogs had wings and snakes had hair
\nAnd automobiles went flying through the air;
\nWell, if watermelons grew on a huckleberry vine,
\nWe\u2019d all have winter in the summertime.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Blow, Ye Winds<\/h1>\n

Oh, a ship was all rigg\u2019d and ready for sea,
\nAnd all of her sailors were fishes to be.
\nChorus
\nSo, blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow.
\nWe\u2019re bound for the south\u2019ard, so steady she goes.
\nOh, first came the herring, the kind of the sea,
\nHe jumped on the poop, \u201cI\u2019ll be captain,\u201d said he.
\nThe next was a flat fish, they call him the skate:
\n\u201cIf you be the captain, why, sure, I\u2019m the mate.\u201d
\nThe next came the hake, as black as a rook.
\nSays he, \u201cI\u2019m no sailor, I\u2019ll ship as the cook.\u201d
\nThe next came the shark, with his two rows of teeth:
\n\u201cCook mind the cabbage, and I\u2019ll mind the beef.\u201d
\nAnd then came the codfish, with his chuckle head,
\nHe jumped in the chains, began heaving the lead.
\nThe next came the flounder, as flat as the ground:
\n\u201cDamn your eyes, chuckhead, mind how you sound.\u201d
\nThe next comes the mack\u2019rel with his striped back,
\nHe jumped to the waist for to board the main tack.
\nAnd then came the sprat, the smallest of all,
\nHe jumped on the poop, and cried, \u201cMain topsail haul!\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Cannibal King, Medley<\/h1>\n

Oh, a cannibal king with a big nose ring, fell in love with a dusky maid,
\nAnd every night by the pale moonlight, across the lake he came.
\nOh, a hug and a kiss for his cannibal miss, in the shade of the old palm tree,
\nWhenever they met, they sang a duet, that sounded like this to me:
\nBar-rumph [kiss, kiss], bar-rumph [kiss, kiss], bar-rumph ti di a di aye,
\nBar-rumph [kiss, kiss], bar-rumph [kiss, kiss], bar-rumph ti di a di aye.
\nWe\u2019ll build a bungalow, big enough for two,
\nBig enough for two, my honey, big enough for two, wa, wa, wa,
\nWhen we are married, happy we\u2019ll be,
\nUnder the bamboo, under the bamboo tree,
\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
\nIf you\u2019ll be M-I-N-E mine, I\u2019ll be T-H-I-N-E thine,
\nAnd I\u2019ll L-O-V-E love you all the T-I-M-E time;
\nYou are the B-E-S-T best of all the R-E-S-T rest,
\nAnd I\u2019ll L-O-V-E love you all the T-I-M-E,
\nWrap \u2018em up, stack \u2018em up, any old time.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Cheese<\/h1>\n

It\u2019s cheese, it\u2019s cheese, it\u2019s cheese that makes the mice go round.
\nIt\u2019s cheese, it\u2019s cheese, it\u2019s cheese that makes the mice go round.
\nIt\u2019s cheese, it\u2019s cheese, it\u2019s cheese that makes the mice go round.
\nIt\u2019s cheese that makes the mice go round.
\nIt\u2019s mice, it\u2019s mice, it\u2019s mice that make the cats go round . . .
\nIt\u2019s cats, it\u2019s cats, it\u2019s cats that make the dogs go round. . . .
\nIt\u2019s dogs, it\u2019s dogs, it\u2019s dogs that make the boys go round. . . .
\nIt\u2019s boys, it\u2019s boys, it\u2019s boys that make the girls go round. . . .
\nIt\u2019s girls, it\u2019s girls, it\u2019s girls that make the love go round. . . .
\nIt\u2019s love, it\u2019s love, it\u2019s love that make the world go round. . .
\nAnd so you see: it\u2019s really cheese;
\nIt\u2019s cheese, it\u2019s cheese that makes the world go round. . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Dese Bones gonna Rise Again<\/h1>\n

The Lord he though he\u2019d make a man,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nTook a little bit of water and a little bit of sand,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nChorus
\nI know it, brother, [Repeat twice more.]
\nDese bones gonna rise again!
\nHe thought he\u2019d make a woman too,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nDidn\u2019t know \u2018xactly what to do.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nTook a rib from Adam\u2019s side,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nMade Miss Eve for to be his bride.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nPut \u2018em in a garden rich and fair,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nTold \u2018em they could eat whatever was there.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nBut to one tree they must not go,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nMust leave the apples there to grow.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nSerpent, he came \u2018round the trunk,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nAt miss Eve, his eye he wunk.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nHe said, \u201cThose apples taste mighty fine.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nJust take one, the Lord won\u2019t mind.\u201d
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nDe Lord, he came a-wanderin round,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nSpied dem peelings on de ground.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nYou ate my apples, I believe?
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\n\u2018T wasn\u2019t me Lord, I spect twas Eve.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nThe Lord he rose up in his wrath,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nTold \u2018em to beat it down the path.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nHe put a angel at the door,
\nDese bones gonna rise again.
\nTold them not to come no more.
\nDese bones gonna rise again.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Down in the Valley<\/h1>\n

Down in the valley, the valley so low,
\nHang your head over, hear the winds blow.
\nHear the winds blow, dear, hear the winds blow.
\nHang your head over, hear the winds blow.
\nDown in the valley, walking between,
\nTelling our story, here\u2019s what it means.
\nHere\u2019s what it means, dear, here\u2019s what it means,
\nTelling our story, here\u2019s what it means.
\nRoses love sunshine, violets love dew,
\nAngels in heaven know I love you;
\nKnow I love you, dear, know I love you,
\nAngels in heaven know I love you.
\nBuild me a castle forty feet high,
\nSo I can see him as he rides by;
\nAs he rides by, dear, as he rides by,
\nSo I can see him as he rides by.
\nWriting this letter, containing three lines,
\nAnswer my question, \u201cWill you be mine?\u201d
\n\u201cWill you be mine, dear, will you be mine,\u201d
\nAnswer my question, \u201cWill you be mine?\u201d
\nIf you don\u2019t love me, love whom you please,
\nThrow your arms round me, give my heart ease.
\nGive my heart ease, dear, give my heart ease,
\nThrow your arms round me, give my heart ease.
\nThrow your arms round me, before it\u2019s too late;
\nThrow your arms round me, feel my heart break.
\nFeel my heart break, dear, feel my heart break.
\nThrow your arms round me, feel my heart break.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Dummy Line<\/h1>\n

Chorus
\nOn the dummy line, on the dummy line;
\nRain or shine, I\u2019ll pay my fine;
\nRain or shine, I\u2019ll pay my fine;
\nRide, ride, riding on the dummy line.
\nI got on the train and didn\u2019t have the fare,
\nThe conductor said, \u201cWhatcha doin\u2019 there?\u201d
\nHe grabbed me by the collar and shoved me out the door.
\nSaid, \u201cI don\u2019t want to see you on this line no more!\u201d
\nLittle Willy was home by himself.
\nFound a chocolate cake on the kitchen shelf.
\nWilly said, \u201cIf I eat this cake,
\nSis won\u2019t get a belly ache.\u201d
\nLittle Willy saw a mill saw buzz,
\nDidn\u2019t know quite what it was,
\nNow his arm is full of nicks,
\nAnd, alas poor Willy, he\u2019s cut in six.
\nLittle Willy found some dynamite,
\nHe didn\u2019t understand it quite,
\nBut curiosity never pays,
\nIt rained Willy several days.
\nLittle Willy coming home from school,
\nSpied a half a dollar at the foot of a mule.
\nStooped down to pick it up, quiet as a mouse.
\nFuneral tomorrow at little Willy\u2019s house!
\nLittle birdie in the sky,
\nDropped some whitewash in my eye.
\nSays I to me; says me to I,
\n\u201cI\u2019m sure glad that cows can\u2019t fly!\u201d
\nThere was a boy by the name of Jack,
\nPitched his tent on a railroad track.
\nMidnight express came around the bend.
\nWhat kind of flowers did you send?
\nThere once was a doctor, his name was Peck,
\nHe fell in a well and he broke his neck.
\nIt served him right, for he should\u2019ve known;
\nTo tend to the sick and leave the well alone!
\nThere once was a hunter, his name was O\u2019Hare.
\nHe was chased by a grizzly bear.
\nThe people all thought he was out of his mind,
\nRunning down the street with a bear behind!
\nThere was an old witch by the name of Nan,
\nWho tried to pass as a good humor man.
\nCouldn\u2019t fool the kids, they all stayed home
\nThey would not buy from an ice cream crone.
\nMy grandpa had a car, it was a Ford machine.
\nHis whiskers came in handy for straining gasoline.
\nMy grandma had a habit of chewing in her sleep.
\nShe chewed on grandpa\u2019s whiskers and dreamed of shredded wheat!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>It\u2019s An Insect World<\/h1>\n

It\u2019s a world of centipedes, a world of moths,
\nIt\u2019s a world of katydids, a world of wasps
\nThere\u2019s so much that we share that it\u2019s time we\u2019re aware,
\nIt\u2019s an insect world.
\nChorus
\nIt\u2019s an insect covered world, [repeat twice].
\nIt\u2019s an insect world.
\nIt\u2019s a world of beetles, a world of fleas,
\nIt\u2019s a world of caterpillars, a world of bees,
\nIn this world that we know there is so much to show,
\nIt\u2019s an insect world.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Lions and Tigers and Bears<\/h1>\n

[Tune: When Johnny Comes Marching Home]
\nWhen lions are roaming on the plain, hurrah, hurrah. [Repeat.]
\nWhen lions are roaming on the plain, we fall on our knees and pray for rain.
\nChorus
\nAnd we all go running up to the hills to get out of their
\nway,
\nHey, hey, hey.
\nWhen tigers go stalking in the wood, . . .
\nAll creatures do what they know they should.
\nWhen bears are growling loud and long, . . .
\nEveryone flees but the young and the strong.
\nWhen rhinos go marching to the lake, . . .
\nTrees do bend and the ground does shake.<\/p>\n

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

Today is Monday, today is Monday.
\nMonday-Roast beef!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.
\nToday is Tuesday, today is Tuesday.
\nTuesday-String beans!
\nMonday-Roast beef!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.
\nContinue in the same way, adding a new day each time and sing back down to Monday with each verse:
\nWednesday-Sou-oop!
\nThursday-Meat loaf!
\nFriday-Fish day!
\nSaturday-Baked beans!
\nSunday-Worship!
\nTo add variety and interest, break up your audience into groups and assign a specific day to each group. The group assigned to a specific day stands while singing and sits while not. Everyone sings \u201cIs everybody happy . . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>On Top of Old Smoky<\/h1>\n

On top of old Smoky, all covered with snow,
\nI lost my true lover from courting too slow.
\nNow, courting is pleasure and parting is grief,
\nAnd a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief.
\nFor a thief will just rob you and take what you have,
\nBut a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave.
\nAnd the grave will decay you and turn you to dust;
\nNot one boy in a hundred a poor girl can trust.
\nThey\u2019ll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies,
\nThan cross ties on a railroad or stars in the skies.
\nSo, come all you young maidens and listen to me,
\nNever place your affection on a green willow tree.
\nFor the leaves they will whither, and the roots they will
\ndie,
\nYou\u2019ll all be forsaken and never know why.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Pass It On<\/h1>\n

It only takes a spark to get a fire going,
\nAnd soon all those around can warm up to its glowing,
\nThat\u2019s how it is with Scouting,
\nOnce you\u2019ve experienced it;
\nYou spread your joy to everyone,
\nYou want to pass it on.
\nWhat a wondrous time is spring when all the trees are budding,
\nThe birds begin to sing, the flowers start their blooming.
\nThat\u2019s how it is with Scouting,
\nOnce you\u2019ve experienced it;
\nYou want to sing, it\u2019s fresh like spring,
\nYou want to pass it on.
\nI wish for you my friend, this happiness that I\u2019ve found,
\nYou can come join in, it matters not where you\u2019re bound,
\nI\u2019ll shout it from the mountain tops
\nI want the world to know,
\nThe joy of friends has come to me,
\nI want to pass it on.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Polly Wolly Doodle<\/h1>\n

Oh, I went down South for to see my Sal,
\nSing Polly-Wolly-Doodle all day,
\nMy Sally am a spunky gal,
\nSing Polly-Wolly-Doodle all day.
\nChorus
\nFare thee well, fare thee well, fare thee well my fairy fay,
\nFor I\u2019m going to Louisiana, for to see my Susyanna,
\nSing Polly-Wolly-Doodle all day.
\nOh, my gal, Sal, she\u2019s a maiden fair, . . .
\nWith laughing eyes and curly hair, . . .
\nOh, a grasshopper sat on a railroad track, . . .
\nA picking his teeth with a carpet tack, . . .
\nOh, I went to bed but it weren\u2019t no use, . . .
\nMy feet stuck out for a chicken roost, . . .
\nBehind the barn, down on my knees, . . .
\nI thought I heard that chicken sneeze, . . .
\nHe sneezed so hard with the whooping cough, . . .
\nHe sneezed his head and tail right off, . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Ravioli<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Alouette]
\nRavioli, I like ravioli; ravioli, it\u2019s so good for me.
\nLeader: Do I have it in my hair?
\nYes you have it in your hair.
\nLeader: In my hair? OHHH...
\nRavioli, I like ravioli; ravioli, it\u2019s so good for me.
\nContinue: Chin, tie, shirt, skirt(pants), shoes, floor. Repeat the items mentioned with each verse sung.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Red River Valley<\/h1>\n

From this valley they say you are going,
\nWe will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,
\nFor they say you are taking the sunshine
\nWhich has brightened our pathways a while.
\nChorus
\nCome and sit by my side if you love me;
\nDo not hasten to bid me adieu,
\nBut remember the Red River Valley,
\nAnd the girl that has loved you so true.
\nI\u2019ve been thinking a long time, my darling,
\nOf the sweet words you never would say,
\nNow, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish?
\nFor they say you are going away.
\nWon\u2019t you think of the valley you\u2019re leaving,
\nOh, how lonely and sad it will be,
\nJust think of the fond heart you\u2019re breaking,
\nAnd the grief you are causing to me.
\nFrom this valley they say you are going,
\nWhen you go, may your darling go too?
\nWould you leave her behind unprotected,
\nWhen she loves no one other than you.
\nAs you go to your home by the ocean,
\nMay you never forget those sweet hours,
\nThat we spent in the Red River Valley,
\nAnd the love we exchanged \u2018mid the flowers.
\nI have promised you, darling, that never
\nWill a word from my lips cause you pain,
\nAnd my life, it will be yours forever,
\nIf you only will love me again.
\nThey will bury me where you have wandered,
\nNear the hills where the daffodils grow,
\nWhen you\u2019re gone from the Red River valley,
\nFor I can\u2019t live without you I know.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Scout Travelers<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Home on the Range]
\nOh, give us a train or a boat or a plane,
\nThat will carry . . . Scouts away;
\nTo Paris or Rome, let us wander and roam,
\nAnd discover new things each day.
\nRelax on a trail, float over the waves all day,
\nOr glide through the clouds, far over the crowds,
\nBut be home before five each day.
\nOn a broomstick we\u2019ll ride, in a rowboat we\u2019ll glide;
\nIn a rocket we\u2019ll go to the moon,
\nAnd our trip will be fun but soon will be done,
\nAir pockets could end it too soon.
\nUp, up, and away; let us orbit the far distant sun,
\nOr deep on the floor of the sea let\u2019s explore,
\nAnd as . . . Scouts we\u2019ll always have fun.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Cat Came Back<\/h1>\n

Old farmer Johnson had troubles of his own.
\nHe had a yellow cat that wouldn\u2019t leave him alone.
\nHe tried and he tried to give that cat away;
\nGave him to a man going very far away.
\nChorus
\nBut the cat came back, the very next day
\nOh the cat came back, they thought he was a gonner,
\nBut the cat came back, he just couldn\u2019t stay away, away,
\naway.
\nGave it to a man going way out west.
\nTold him to give it to the one he loved the best.
\nFirst the train jumped the track, then it slipped the rail.
\nNo one is alive today to tell the sad detail.
\nGave it to someone going up in a balloon.
\nTold him to give it to the man in the moon.
\nBalloon came down about 90 miles away;
\nBut where the pilot is today I cannot say.
\nGave it to a little boy with a dollar and a note.
\nTold him to go up the river in a little boat.
\nTo tie a rope around its neck and a weight of 20 pounds.
\nNow they tell the tale of the little boy that drowned.
\nMan on the corner swore he\u2019d shoot that cat on sight.
\nHe loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite.
\nHe waited and he waited for that cat to come around.
\nNine-seven pieces of that man is all they found.
\nThe bombs started dropping just the other day.
\nThe missiles were fired in the very same way.
\nRussia went, China went, and the USA [Sobs].
\nThe human race perished with hardly a chance to pray.<\/p>\n

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

Oh the fox went out on a chilly night, prayed for the moon to give him light.
\nHe had many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o.
\nHe had many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o.
\nSo he ran \u2018til he came to a great big pen, where the ducks and the geese were kept therein.
\nHe said \u201cOne of you is going to grease my chin before I leave this town-o, etc. [Repeat with just one \u2018town-o.\u2019]
\nHe grabbed a duck by the neck, swung a goose over his back.
\nHe didn\u2019t mind the \u2018quack, quack, quack\u2019 and the legs all dangling down-o, etc. [Repeat with just one \u2018down-o.\u2019]
\nWell old mother flipper-flopper jumped out of bed, out the window she popped her head.
\nShe cried, \u201cJohn, John, the gray goose is gone! And the fox is on the town-o, etc. [Repeat with just one \u2018town-o.\u2019]
\nSo John, he ran to the top of the hill, blew his whistle so loud and shrill.
\nFox, he said, \u201cI better flee with my kill or they\u2019ll soon be on my trail-o\u201d etc. [Repeat with just one \u2018trail-o.\u2019]
\nWell, he ran \u2018til he came to his cozy den, there were the little ones - eight, nine ten.
\nThey said, \u201cDaddy, better go back again \u2018cause it must be a might fine town-o, etc. [Repeat with just one \u2018town-o.\u2019]
\nThen the fox and his wife, without any strife, cut up the goose with a fork and a knife.
\nThey never has such a supper in their life and the little one chewed on the bones-o, etc. [Repeat with just one \u2018bones-o.\u2019]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Ghost of Anne Bolelyn<\/h1>\n

Now in the Tower of London, large as life, (large as life)
\nThe ghost of Anne Bolelyn walks, I declare. (I declare)
\nNow, Anne Bolelyn was once King Henry\u2019s wife, (Henry\u2019s wife)
\nUntil he had the axeman bob her hair. (bob her hair)
\nIt happened many long years ago, (long years ago)
\nBut she still comes back at night to tell him so. (tell him so)
\nChorus
\nWith her head tucked underneath her arm, she walks the bloody tower.
\nWith her head tucked underneath her arm, at the midnight hour.
\nOh, once in a while King Henry gives a spread, (gives a spread)
\nFor all his pals and gals, a ghostly crew. (ghostly crew)
\nThe axeman carves the meat and cuts the bread, (cuts the bread)
\nAnd in walks Anne Bolelyn to spoil the stew (spoil the stew)
\nShe holds her head up high with a wild wa-whoop, [bloodcurdling scream]
\nKing Henry cries, \u201cDon\u2019t drop it in the soup!\u201d (in the soup)
\nAlong the drafty corridors for miles and miles she goes,
\nShe often catches cold, poor thing, it\u2019s drafty when it blows,
\nAnd it\u2019s awfully awkward when she has to blow her nose.
\nWith her head tucked underneath her arm.
\nSuggested presentation: Make paper mache \u2018head\u2019 or draw a face on an ordinary balloon. The song leader uses this to act out the words as the audience sings
\nalong.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Scout Who Never Returned<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Charlie On The MTA]
\nLet me tell you of a story of a Scout named . . . ,
\nOn that tragic and fateful day;
\nPut his\/her Scout knife in his\/her pocket;
\nKissed his\/her dog and family;
\nWhen to hike in the woods far away.
\nWell, did he\/she ever return?
\nNo, he\/she never returned.
\nAnd his\/her fate is still unlearned:
\nHe\/she may roam forever in the woods and mountains,
\nHe\/she\u2019s the Scout who never returned.
\nNow you citizens of [town name],
\nDon\u2019t you think it\u2019s a scandal
\nHow ol\u2019 [Scout\u2019s name] got lost that day?
\nTake the right equipment; TAKE ALONG A BUDDY,
\nWhen you hike in the hills that way.
\nOr else you\u2019ll never return,
\nNo, you\u2019ll never return.
\nAnd your fate will be unlearned: (just like [Scout\u2019s name])
\nYou may roam forever in the woods and mountains,
\nLike the Scout who never returned.<\/p>\n

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

As I was walking down the beach one bright and sunny day.
\nI saw a great big wooden box a-floatin\u2019 in the bay.
\nI pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surprise,
\nI discovered a -, -,-right before my eyes!
\nOh, I discovered a -, -,-right before my eyes!
\nI picked it up and ran to town as happy as a king.
\nI took it to a guy I know who\u2019d buy most anything.
\nBut this is what he hollered at me as I walked in his shop,
\n\u201cOh, get out of here with that -, -,-before I call a cop!\u201d
\n[Repeat]
\nI turned around and got right out a-runnin\u2019 for my life,
\nAnd then I took it home with me to give it to my wife.
\nBut this is what she hollered at me as I walked in the door,
\n\u201cOh get out of here with that -, -, -, and don\u2019t come back no more.\u201d [Repeat]
\nI wandered all around the town until I chanced to meet
\nA hobo who was looking for a handout on the street.
\nHe said he\u2019d take most any old thing, he was a desperate man,
\nBut when I showed him the -, -, -, he turned a-round and ran.
\n[Repeat]
\nI wandered on for many years, a victim of my fate,
\nUntil one day I came upon Saint Peter at the gate.
\nAnd when I tried to take it inside he told me where to go;
\n\u201cGet out of here with that -, -, -, and take it down be-low!\u201d
\n[Repeat]
\nThe moral of this story is; if you\u2019re out on the beach
\nAnd you should see a great big box, and it\u2019s within your
\nreach,
\nDon\u2019t ever stop and open it up, that\u2019s my advice to you,
\n\u2018Cause you\u2019ll never get rid of the -, -,-no matter what you
\ndo! [Repeat]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Unicorn Song<\/h1>\n

A long time ago when the earth was green
\nThere was more kinds of animals than you\u2019d ever seen
\nThey\u2019d run around free while the earth was being born
\nBut the loveliest of them all was the unicorn
\nThere was green alligators
\nAnd long necked geese
\nSome humpy back camels
\nAnd some chimpanzees
\nSome cats and rats and elephants
\nbut sure as you\u2019re born
\nThe loveliest of all was the unicorn
\nNow God seen some sinnin\u2019
\nAnd it gave Him a pain
\nAnd He says, \u201cStand back!
\nI\u2019m gone to make it rain.\u201d
\nHe says, \u201cHey, Brother Noah,
\nI\u2019ll tell you what to do,
\nBuild me a floating zoo.
\nAnd take some of them
\nGreen alligators and long necked geese
\nSome humpy back camels and some chimpanzees
\nSome cats and rats and elephants
\nBut sure as you\u2019re born
\nDon\u2019t you forget my unicorns.\u201d
\nOld Noah was there to answer the call
\nHe finished up making the ark
\nJust as the rain started falling
\nHe marched in the animals two by two
\nAnd he called out as they went through,
\n\u201cHey, Lord, I\u2019ve got your green alligators,
\nAnd long necked geese
\nSome humpy back camels and some chimpanzees
\nSome Cats and rats and elephants
\nBut, Lord, so forlorn,
\nI just can\u2019t see no unicorns.\u201d
\nThen Noah looked out through the driving rain
\nThem unicorns were hiding, playing silly games
\nKicking and splashing while the rain was pouring
\nOh them silly unicorns
\nThere was green alligators and long necked geese
\nSome humpy back camels and some chimpanzees
\nAnd Noah cried, \u201cClose the door cause the rain is pouring
\nAnd we just can\u2019t wait for them old unicorns.\u201d
\nThe ark started moving, adrifting with the tides
\nThem unicorns looked up from the rocks and they cried
\nAnd the waters came down and sort of floated them away
\nAnd that\u2019s why you\u2019ll never see a unicorn to this very day
\nYou\u2019ll see green alligators and long necked geese
\nSome humpy back camels and some chimpanzees
\nSome cats and rats and elephants
\nBut sure as you\u2019re born
\nYou\u2019re never gonna see no unicorns.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Three Fishermen<\/h1>\n

There were three jolly fishermen. [Repeat.]
\nFisher, fisher, men, men, men. [Repeat.]
\nThere were three jolly fishermen.
\nThe first one\u2019s name was Abraham. [Repeat.]
\nAbra, abra, ham, ham, ham. [Repeat.]
\nThe first one\u2019s name was Abraham.
\nThe second one was I-isaac. [Repeat.]
\nI-i, i-i, zac, zac, zac. [Repeat.]
\nThe second one was Isaac.
\nThe third one\u2019s name was Ja-acob. [Repeat.]
\nJ-a, j-a, cub, cub, cub. [Repeat.]
\nThe third one\u2019s name was Ja-acob.
\nThey all sailed up to Jericho. [Repeat.]
\nJeri, jeri, co, co, co. [Repeat.]
\nThey all sailed up to Jericho.
\nThey should have gone to Amsterdam. [Repeat.]
\nAmster, amster, shh, shh, shh. [Repeat.]
\nThey should have gone to Amsterdam.
\nYou must not say that naughty word. [Repeat.]
\nNaughty, naughty, word, word, word. [Repeat.]
\nYou must not say that naughty word.
\nI\u2019m going to say it anyway...<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Twelve Days of [Summer] Camp<\/h1>\n

On the first day of [summer] camp my family sent to me,
\nA PFD in a pine tree.
\n2. skinned knees
\n3. Bic pens
\n4. flashlights
\n5. bathing suits
\n6. bars of candy
\n7. missing dollars
\n8. counselors sleeping
\n9. pairs of skivvies
\n10.noisy chipmunks
\n11.lost swimmers
\n12.soggy towels
\nHint: Consider this a sample; tailor individual verses to suit your own situation.<\/p>\n

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