SONGS

And another note (pun intended) on–

God Bless America
Irving Berlin, Original: 1918; Revised: 1938

A Scouting friend wrote me this month to ask why I had not mentioned Irving Berlin’s disposition of the royalties from “God Bless America.”  It was because I did not know, so I looked to verify his statement and found -

In 1940 Irving Berlin established the God Bless America Foundation, with all royalties from its performance earned by either Berlin or Miss (Kate) Smith going to the Boy and Girl Scouts of America.  That arrangement exists to this day.  These organizations were chosen, to quote the contract, because "the completely nonsectarian work of the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts is calculated to best promote unity of mind and patriotism, two sentiments that are inherent in the song itself."

From - http://katesmith.org/gba.html

So Scouters everywhere, let’s all sing out “God Bless America” loud and strong.

PLAY BALL 
Sam Houston Area Council
(Tune: Row, Row, Row Your Boat)

First Group:

Catch, catch, catch the ball,
Throw it to first base
Make the play, have a good day,
Put on a happy face!

Second Group:

Bat, bat, bat the ball,
Hit it nice and low.
Watch it roll while you run, 
Another point to show!

Both Groups:

We all love to play,
Every game is fun.
Pitch and bat and run and catch,
Playing ball in the sun.

WILL YOU PLAY TOO? 
Sam Houston Area Council
(Tune: Frère Jacques)

Baseball, Soccer                        They are games we play
Baseball, Soccer                                Almost every day
Tennis too!                                     Will you play too?
Tennis too!                                     Will you play too?

WHEW�]W�]W�]W 
Sam Houston Area Council
(Tune: Jingle Bells)

Clap your hands, stamp your feet
Let’s all stand up please.
Face to the left, face to the right
Now hands on your knees.

Sit down now, stand back up,
Clap your hands two beats.
Now we’ll all wipe our brows, 
And collapse in our seats.

(Sing several times, each faster)

BUILDING MUSCLES 
Sam Houston Area Council
(Tune: Clementine)

Do a push up, do a pull up,
Do a 30-yard run,
We build muscles as we hustle
All the time we’re having fun.

Running broad jump, do a high jump,
Watching our muscles growing strong,
Building muscles in our backyard
That will last a whole life long.

My baseball went over the fence.
My arrows are broken to bits.
My volleyball has been deflated
After riding a horse I can’t sit.

Chorus:

Belt loops, belt loops,
I’ll earn my sports pin today, today.
Belt loops, belt loops;
My letter is not far away.

By bicycle has a flat tire
My boomerang just won’t return.
They say that I’ll lose all my marbles
And I still haven’t gotten my turn.

Chorus

My dog ate my ping pong paddle.
My badminton birdie has flown
I sprained my right ankle while jogging
And was stranded ten miles from home.

Chorus

They say that Cub Scout sports are fun.
Someday I would just like to know
I’ve been wandering around for an hour
Just waiting for my den to show.

Chorus

ROTTEN REEBOKS
Utah National Parks Council
(Tune: Clementine)

Rotten Reeboks, dirty sweat socks,
Generating toxic fumes,
I've seen flies dead, struck in mid-air
Fatal venture to his room

In my brother's bedroom closet
Stinkarooning like refuse
Dwelt a size 10 pair of sneakers
With a smell you couldn't lose.

Aging tennies, in a corner
Turning the air a bluish green,
Hope the county doesn't visit
They'd condemn us sight unseen.

I've tried bug balm, lemon air scent
Even spray that smells like pine,
Must be something that can cut it
Something strong like turpentine.

"Not to worry," says my father
"Could be money after all,
"Pentagon might pay a bundle
"For the secret to it all."

On top of Olympus,
The ancient myths say,
The Greek gods and goddesses
Did work, live and play.

There were Aries the warrior,
Athena the wise,
And Apollo who drove
The sun 'cross the skies.

Poseidon the sea man,
Hera, queenly and tall,
And Zeus of the thunder,
Was king of them all.

So when you think of old Greece,
And myths you can share,
Remember Olympus
And those who lived there.

THE ATHLETE
Grand Teton Council
 (Tune: My Bonnie)

They gave me a suit and num-ber
And sent me out on the field.
Then gave me a ball called the pigskin,
And shoes with some cleats, toe and heel.

CHORUS:

Mus-cles, cra-mps
Wracking my body with pain, with pain,
I stand, wonder- ing
If ever I'll do this again!

Next time they gave me a racquet,
Then sent me out on the court,
Fun-ny the things you encounter,
While trying to lea-arn a sport

CHORUS:

The or-deal was finally over,
At least -that's wh-at I thought,
When they showed me the soccer equipment,
I fainted dead on the spot!

CHORUS

TAKE ME OUT TO PACK MEETING
Utah National Parks Council
(Tune: Take Me Out to the Ball Game)

Take me out to pack meeting,
Take me to see my friends,
I want to play some games, eat a treat,
Get some awards, 'cause it is so neat.
Then it's root, root, root for the Tigers

(Tiger Cubs stand)

Cheer for the Bears and the Wolves

(Wolf & Bear dens stand up)

Then it's hip, hip, hip, hip hooray
For the We-be-los!

(WEBELOS dens stand up)

KEEPING HEALTHY
Grand Teton Council
(Tune: Clementine)

Strong healthy, growing bodies,
That’s what we will try to keep
Proper food and lots of sunshine
Exercise and lots of sleep.

Brush and floss our teeth each day,
See the dentist twice a year,
Bubble gum and sticky candy
Cause cavities, we fear

Have a check up by the doctor,
Try to follow his advice.
He’s a friend who keeps us healthy,
And always very nice.

Healthy food and not that junk food
Helps to keep our bodies strong.
We hope you’ll try to stay healthy,
That’s the end of our nice song

Stretching We Will Go
Grand Teton Council
 (Tune: A Hunting We Will Go
or “The Grand Old Duke of York”)

A stretching we will go,
Moving to and fro.
And when we’re done
We’ve had some fun

And stretched our muscles too.
Come on folks let’s stand
And raise up high each hand
Then spread them wide,

Now to your side
As your muscles you relax
Now let us stomp our feet,
But please don’t take your seat,

Before you’re down,
Please turn around.
And then you'll take your seat.

THE GRAND OLD BASEBALL COACH
Utah National Parks Council
(Tune: The Grand Old Duke of York)

The grand old baseball coach,
He had nine brawny men,
He ran them up the base paths,
And he ran them down again.

And when they’re up, they’re up,
And when they’re down, they’re down,
And when they’re only halfway up,
They were neither up nor down.