Every Now and Then
Every now and then I wonder
As I walk down the rocky lane,
How many boys have done the same,
Hiked to the cabin for fun and games
Every now and then, when it takes courage to lead my peers,
I feel a hand upon my shoulder and in my ear I hear
"It's OK son, you can do it, you have nothing to fear"
That little bit of encouragement helped me through my test.
I went to see who helped me, to tell "I did my best".
But no one said they helped me. They said I was on my own.
I told the strange story to my mom for she'd know what to do
She said, "Honey, don't you know, an old Scoutmaster has come to you.
Past Scoutmasters from the troop you belong
May get old and bent and Oh, so gray,
but they never die or go away.
Their scouting spirit was so strong
That they are always there to help you along".
Every now and then, as I kneel to give my thanks
I pray for every Scoutmaster who has helped me with my ranks
I pray the Lord to bless them and to whisper in their soul
That they made a difference to a boy, I achieved my goal.
Inspired by the
scouts of Troop #152, Lexington, OH
Written by Christine
McKinney
Ballad of the Summer Camp Survival Song
(Ballad
of the Green Beret)
We are leaders of our tribe,
Fearless men you can not bribe ……………pull twinkies or blue cards out
of pockets
No first year scout will escape our clutch
While working for our Survival Patch……………….point to Scoutmaster
patch etc
CHORUS (hummers hum), (for leaders who can't/won't sing)
Colored knots upon our chest……………….point to knots on shirt
We're Type A’s,
America’s best
We won't allow any scout to snatch
Our chance to earn the Survival Patch
We are trained, we have no pride
Desperate men, we try to guide
Scouts not to do the public scratch…………………..scratch
While tying to earn our Survival Patch
CHORUS (hummers hum)
Colored knots upon our chest
We're Type A’s,
America’s best
We won't allow any scout to snatch
Our chance to earn the Survival Patch
Trained to live off one pot stew
Trained to drink bug juice glue
Summer camp may make us twitch…………………..twitch
All to get the Survival Patch
CHORUS
Colored knots upon our chest
We're Type A’s,
America's best
We won't allow any scout to snatch
Our chance to earn the Survival Patch
Back at home, spouses ask and wait
How many scouts did we sedate?....................big prescription
bottles, big plastic hammers,
To make it through this final match
To come home with the Survival Patch
CHORUS
Colored knots upon our chest
We're Type A’s,
America's best
We won't allow any scout to snatch
Our chance to earn the Survival Patch
When we die, and laid to rest………………fold arms over chest/pull fake
flower out of pocket
We have this one final request
Make our scouts have son’s to catch
Make them earn their Survival patch!
Written by Christine
McKinney, Lexington, OH for my first summer camp!
Summer Camp Leader Cheers
Where’s my coffee
Where’s my iced tea
Where’s the aspirin for my knees
Where are all my parolees
Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!!
Where’s my coffee, bring me three
Where’s the sea and my palm tree
Summer camp is lunacy
Where are my parolees?
Whoopie! Whoopie! Whoopie !!
Where’s my coffee
Where’s my iced tea
Where’s the aspirin for my knees
Vitamin B! Vitamin B! Vitamin
B!!!
Where’s my coffee
Where’s my tea
Where’s the aspirin for my knees
Excedrin! Excedrin! Excedrin!!
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