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A Camping We Will Go
(sing to the tune of "The Famer and The Dell")

A camping we will go. A camping we will go. Hi ho we're off to the woods. A camping we will go.

Sue will bring the tent. Oh Sue will bring the tent. Hi ho we're off to the woods. A camping we will go.

Tom will bring the food. Oh Tom will bring the food. Hi ho we're off to the woods. A camping we will go.

[The names in the song can be changed to children's names.]

I Want to go Home

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

Chorus:
Oh, I don't want no more of Girl Scout Camp..
Gee, Mom, I want to go, but they won't let me go;
Gee, Mom, I want to go home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kum Ba Yah

Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah! [Repeat 3x]
Oh Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone's sleeping, Lord . . .
Someone's crying, Lord . . .
Someone's singing, Lord . . .
Someone's laughing, Lord . . .
Someone's praying, Lord . . .
Someone's Scouting, Lord . . .
Someone's camping, Lord . . .
Kum ba yah, my Lord, . . .

Latrine Songs
Sorry about this folks - I couldn't resist!
(Source: http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Hills/8784/lat3.html)

#1: To the tune of "I know a place"

I know a place, where everybody "goes"
It's called the biffy and you'd better hold your nose!
It's sitting in the meadow beside a clump of grass,
You'd better watch where you sit or you might get a rash!
After the meals, and all the dirty dishes
It's the place that everybody wishes
To be, To be, the biffy's here for you and me!

#2: Latrine

L - A - T - R - I - N -E
That is where I long to be
Rather than in fields of corn,
In bushes, or in shrubbery.

L - A - T - R - I - N -E
That's the place for me to be
I sit upon the broken seat
And try to keep my blue jeans neat

L - A - T - R - I - N -E
That is where they have T.P.
Rather than a dirty leaf
What a way to find relief!

#3: To the tune of "White Christmas"

I'm dreaming of a flush toilet,
just like the ones we have at home.
With a silver chain,
and a proper drain,
and somewhere for it all to go.

#4: To the tune of "Tiptoe through the tulips"

Tiptoe through the tentpegs,
Through the tentpegs
To the lavatory,
oh tiptoe through the tentpegs with me.

The Happy Wanderer

I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track,
And as a go I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.

CHORUS
Valderi, Valdera, Valderi,
Valdera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,
Valderi, Valdera,
My Knapsack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun.
So joyously it calls to me:
Come join my happy song.

I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet,
From every greenwood tree.

High overhead the skylarks wing,
They never rest at home,
But just like me they love to sing,
As o'er the world we roam.

Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die.
And may I always laugh and sing,
Beneath God's clear blue sky.

Taps (Day is done)

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

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

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

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

While the light fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend.

Wading
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)

She waded in the water and she got her ankles wet.
She waded in the water and she got her ankles wet.
She waded in the water and she got her ankles wet.
But she didn't get her (clap, clap) wet.

Chorus:
Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
She didn't get her (clap, clap) wet, yet.

2. knees
3. thighs
4. She waded in the water and she finally got it wet.
She finally got her bathing suit wet.