SONGS
Diggin’ in the Dirt
Commissioner Dave’s Archives
Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
Many thanks to the creator of “Song of My Shoes” in the Mount Diablo Silverado Council CD
My hands have dug up creatures who live inside the ground
My hands have planted seedlings to grow upon the mound
My hands are often wondering what else there can be found
What else can we dig up!
Chorus
Diggin’ Diggin’ in the Dirt (repeat 3x)
What else can we dig up!
My hands have felt the bottom of the dirty, muddy creek,
My hands have dug for hours in the sand upon the beach
My hands are always trying hard to go beyond my reach
What else can we dig up!
Chorus
My hands are sore from digging treasures buried in the field
My hands were digging very hard to see what it would yield
My hands will go and dig again as soon as they are healed,
What else can we dig up!
Chorus
CLEMENTINE
Sam Houston Area Council
In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.
Chorus:
Oh, my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever. Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes without tops-es, sandals were for Clementine.
(Chorus)
Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine.
But alas, I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.
(Chorus)
Listen Cub Scouts, heed the warning of this tragic tale of mine.
Artificial respiration, could have saved my Clementine.
(Chorus)
NOTE: for fun, try singing Clementine to different tunes,
such as Battle Hymn of the Republic or Ghost Riders in the Sky.
Backyard Treasures
San Gabriel Valley, Long Beach Area, Verdugo Hills Councils
Tune: Clementine
In the backyard, there are treasures
There are treasures all around
If I look hard in my back yard
All the treasures can be found
Found some pine cones and an ant hill,
And a toad all squashed and dead.
I can hide them in my pocket
And I’ll keep them ‘neath my bed.
Momma found them in my pocket,
So she yelled and screamed and cried.
“You can keep those rotten pine cones,
But can’t keep the toad that died.”
So I took the toad to the backyard,
To her flowerbed to rest.
I’m so glad she didn’t find that
Beetle hidden on her desk!
LITTLE GREEN FROG (NICE VERSION)
Sam Houston Area Council
Croak Croak went the little green frog one day
Croak Croak went the little green frog
Croak Croak went the little green frog one day
Croak Croak, Croak Croak, Croak Croak Croak Croak
Honk Honk, went a big Mack truck one day
Hop Hop, went the little green frog
Hop Hop, went the little green frog one day
Hop Hop, Hop Hop, Hop Hop Hop Hop (sing fast) whew!
Ker-splash went the little green frog one day
Into a big blue pond
Kersplash went the little green frog one day
And he swam ‘til he found a big log. Croak! Croak!
ADVANCEMENT SONG
Sam Houston Area Council
(tune: Farmer in the Dell)
Cub Scouting we will go
Cub Scouting we will go
Hi Ho away we go
Cub Scouting we will go
Tiger Cub makes a Wolf
Tiger Cub makes a Wolf
Ho Ho away we go
Tiger Cub makes a Wolf
A Wolf makes a Bear
A Wolf makes a Bear
Hi Ho away we go
A Wolf makes a Bear
Next is Webelos, next is Webelos
Hi Ho away we go
Next is Webelos
Webelos makes a Scout
Webelos makes a Scout
Hi Ho away we go
Webelos makes a Scout
A Scouting we will go
A Scouting we will go
Hi Ho away we go
A Scouting we will go
Bug Juice
Baltimore Area Council
Tune: On Top of Old Smokey
At camp with the Cub Scouts,
They gave us a drink.
We thought it was Kool-Aid
Because it was pink.
But the drink that they gave us
Would have grossed out a moose.
For the good tasting pink drink,
Was really bug juice.
It looks fresh and fruity,
Like tasty Kool-Aid.
But the bugs that are in it,
Were murdered with Raid.
We drank it by gallons
We drank it by tons.
But then the next morning,
We all had the runs.
Next time you drink bug juice
And a fly drives you mad.
He’s just getting even
‘Cause you swallowed his dad.
Worms
Baltimore Area Council
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I’ll go out and dig some worms;
Long thin skinny ones;
Big fat juicy ones,
See how they wriggle and squirm.
Bite their heads off,
Suck their juice out,
Throw their skins away,
Nobody knows how much I thrive
On worms three times a day.
Long thin skinny ones slip down easily,
Big fat juicy ones stick;
Hold your head back,
Squeeze their tail,
And their juice just goes drip, drip.
The Coming of the Frogs
Heart of America Council
Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs,
They are sneaking through the swamps, they are lurking in the bog.
You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fog.
The frogs keep hopping on.
Chorus:
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
The frogs keep hopping on.
The frogs have grown in numbers and their croaking fills the air.
There’s no place to escape because, the frogs are everywhere.
They've eaten all the flies and now they're hungry as a bear.
The frogs keep hopping on.
Chorus:
I used to like the bullfrogs, liked to feel their slimy skin.
Like to put them in my teacher's desk and bring them to our den.
Now their knocking at the front door, I can't let those frogs come in.
The frogs keep hopping on.
Chorus
They have hopped into the living room and headed down the hall.
They have trapped me in the corner and my back's against the wall.
And when I open up my mouth to give a warning call.
This was all I heard.
Chorus:
Ant Marching Song
Baltimore Area Council
Tune - When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again
The ants go marching one by one,
Hurrah, Hurrah,
The ants go marching one by one,
Hurrah, Hurrah.
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to shoot his gun,
And they all go marching,
Down to the ground to get out of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
(Insert the following lines, replacing one by one/to shoot his gun, etc.)
Two by two to tie his shoe.
Three by three to climb a tree.
Four by four to close the door.
Five by five to pick up sticks.
Seven by seven to look at heaven.
Eight by eight to shut the gate.
Nine by nine to tell the time.
Ten by ten to say THE END.
April 25th is National Zucchini Bread Day
This message courtesy of Great Salt Lake Council
