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Camp Songs

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)

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 a 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
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
Into the air
I missed that branch
Away up there!

Now don't you fret
And don't you frown
I caught that branch
On the way back down!

There is no more.
This is the end
Unless I meet
That bear again.

The Bear Went Over the Mountain

The bear went over the mountain,
The bear went over the mountain,
The bear went over the mountain,
And what do you think he saw?

He saw another mountain,
He saw another mountain,
He saw another mountain,
And what do you think he did?

He climbed that other mountain,
He climbed that other mountain,
He climbed that other mountain,
And what do you think he saw?

He saw another mountain,
He saw another mountain,
He saw another mountain,
And what do you think he did?

Repeat forever =)

Bug Juice
(to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey")

At camp with the (family, parents, teachers, girl scouts, boy scouts, etc.),
They gave us a drink,
We thought it was Kool-Aid,
Because it was pink.

But the thing that they told us,
Would have grossed out a moose,
For that good tasting pink drink,
Was really bug juice.

It looked fresh and fruity,
Like tasty Kool-Aid,
But the bugs that were in it,
Were murdered with Raid.

We drank by the gallons,
We drank by the 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.

On Top of Spaghetti
(to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey")

On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table and onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.

It rolled through the garden and under a bush,
And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush.

The mush was as fertile, as fertile could be,
And later that summer, there sprouted a tree.

The tree was all covered with beautiful moss,
And on it grew meatballs in tomato sauce.