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 Camp-Song Songbook 
Part 3 
  
Here's a song for your collection — I remember this from a children's
magazine years ago.  
Sung to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame"
 
Take me out of this camp, please 
Take me out of this zoo 
I'm sick and tired of arts and crafts 
And diving off all the same crummy rafts 
All we do in crafts is make ashtrays 
No one I know even smokes 
So its Smash, Mash, Bash all the ashtrays 
In three quick strokes.  
When I first came here I liked it 
That was two days ago 
Since then I've made macaroni beads 
Bracelets and rings out of dried pumpkin seeds 
I've made earrings carved out of leather 
Brooches and Pins what a joy 
But these jewels mean nothing to me 
Because I'm a Boy!  
Hope you can use this one!  
—Flossie Hough, Jackson Center, PA  
 
  
The Little Brown Mouse I  
Oh the liquor was spilled on the barroom floor, 
And the place was closed for the night. 
When out of the dark came a little brown mouse, 
To sit in the pale moonlight.  
He lapped up the liquor on the barroom floor, 
And back on his haunches he sat. 
And all night long, you could hear him shout; 
"Bring on that gosh-darned cat! "  
I used this song for years as a warm-up at adult campfire singalongs
at which I played the guitar and got people to sing and enjoy the outdoors.
Sometimes it's hard to get strangers to sing and enjoy each other, but
a little tune like this can often get things going by breaking down false
barriers. I learned it from a shipmate of mine while in the Navy during
the Korean War.  
—Gene Starns, Salem, OR 
 
  
 
 
This song was popular in Boy Scout Camp Grizzly, Potlatch, Idaho in
the 60's:  
The Little Brown Mouse II  
Ohhh, the liquor was spilled on the bar room floor,  
and the bar was closed for the night. 
Whennn, out of his hole came a little brown mouse, 
and sat in the pale moonlight. 
Heee, lapped up the liquor on the bar room floor, 
and then on his haunches he sat. 
Aaaand all through the night you could hear him shout..... 
(dramatic pause) 
"BRING ON THE G*D D*MN CAT!!!!!  
—Kristjan L. Dye, Cheney, WA  
PS. Sorry, I don't know the tune it is sung to. I could sing it for
you but I don't know what it is based from. 
  
 
From Camp B'nai Brith, Haliburton, Ontario, late 60s: 
Sung to the tune of Davy Crockett  
Born on a mountaintop in Palestine 
Raised on Cafilte fish and Mogan David wine 
Had his bar mitzvah when he was only nine 
His name wasn't Crockett, it was ...Silverstein  
—L. Grader, now of Durham, N.C., previously of Toronto, Ont.
 
P.S. Cafilte is pronounced CAH-FIL-TEH. It's an East European fish
ball.  
 
  
Here are two camp songs I remember.  
This one is one my twin sisters learned at Girl Scout camp in the
late sixties. They nearly drove my Mom and Dad, and the rest of us, nuts
singing it in the car on vacation. The tune is not a familiar one, but
I can hum it.  
Just plant a watermelon on my grave and let the juice (make slurping
sound here) seep through. 
Just plant a watermelon on my grave, that's all I ask of you. 
Now Southern fried chicken is mighty, mighty fine, but all I want is a
watermelon vine. 
So, plant a watermelon on my grave and let the juice, (slurp again here)
seep through.  
This one I learned at Girl Scout camp in the late sixties. It refers
to Camp Arnold, which is just north of Houston. Actually it's now in the
'burbs, but it used to be in the country.  
Sung to the tune of "I Know a Place Where No One Ever Goes..."
 
I know a place where no one likes to go, 
There's peace and quiet, beauty and repose. 
It's hidden in the bushes, beside a small ravi-i-ne, 
The place that I am thinking of is Arnold's latri-i-nes. 
Oh, how I wish I never had to go, 
Cause when you do, you have to hold your nose. 
Now, I know that flusher bowls were made for me.  
—Ellen S. Davis, Houston, TX 
 
  
Here's a favorite of mine that I understand is still sung in better
campfire circles. Each line is sung by a leader, and the rest of the group
echoes the line. At the end of each verse, both the leader and the group
sing the entire verse together.  
 
The Bear Song  
The other day (echo: The other day) 
I saw a bear (I saw a bear) 
Out in the woods (Out in the woods) 
A way out there (A way out there)  
Both groups together: 
The other day I saw a bear, 
Out in the woods a way out there.  
He looked at me 
I looked at him. 
He sized up me, 
I sized up him.  
He says to me,  
Why don't you run? 
'For I see you ain't  
Got any gun?  
I says to him,  
That's a good idea! 
So come my feet, 
Let's up and flee!  
And so I ran  
Away from there, 
But right behind 
Me was that bear!  
Ahead of me 
I see a tree. 
A great big tree, 
Oh GLORY BE!  
The lowest branch  
Was 10 feet up. 
I'd have to jump 
And trust to luck.  
And so I jumped  
Ito the air 
But I missed that branch 
away up there!  
Now don't you fret 
And don't you frown 
Cause I caught that branch 
On the way back down!  
There is no more. 
This is the end 
Unless I meet  
That bear again.  
Enjoy, and please feel free to call me for the tune if you need to
do so.  
—Chris Morrison (ex-Girl Scout and Song Leader)  
 
  
Camp Grier 
How I love ya 
How I love ya 
Down In the Valleyyyyyy 
I'd give the world to be 
Down in good old  
c-a-m-p 
g-r-i-e-r 
The folks back home will see me no more 
As I pull up on lake refuge shore!  
Sung to it's own tune, generally okay for the deaf of tone, the official
tune of Camp Grier in Old Fort, NC.  
—F Oliphant, Hendersonville, NC  
 
  
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