So, on #filkhaven, the discussion came around for some reason to scouting, leading to this discussion:
mew: Oh man… I am seriously going through nostalgia here. I’m looking at all these camp songs I haven’t heard in years and years because one of C’s teachers was trying to remember the words to one. Sheesh. 🙂
Mary: *grin*
Mary: It would be fun to have a “camp songs” theme filk
***phydeaux_busy goes off to get more tea and a plateful of greasy, grimy gopher guts
Hitch: I once got away with singing a ‘camp song’ at the first UK filk Con
Hitch: well, not so much camp as Cub Scout…we used to be known as Wold Cubs, but that was before the Scouting association banned lycanthropy
Mary: *blink* What’s Wold?
Hitch: could be Wolf Cubs but based in the Cotswolds
phydeaux_busy: Maybe it’s Woad Cubs..they DO have that blue uniform, and to save on cloth…
Which lead of course, to imagining the Woad Cubs, and the filky part of my brain kicked in:
What’s the use of badge for merit
which proclaims you raised a ferret
if you’ve got nowhere to wear it
once it’s been bestowed?
Oh to have a sash of cotton
to sew patches that you’ve gotten
Instead all we’ve got’s this rotten
uniform of woad!
otherdeb
LOL!
/me falls over laughing
hrrunka
Hehe…
#filkhaven -- Where do you want to go today?
😉
celticdragonfly
You are a twisted individual indeed.
Rob Wynne
Why, thank you!
demoneyes
(Oh alright then, since you didn’t….)
Oh it makes folk boggle
Not a single toggle
Woad hairspray, instead of a beret,
And don’t you even ask about our woggle.
Baden Powell would only stare
At this the uniform we just don’t wear
For this I doubt he’d Be Prepared
True scouting a la mode.
Rob Wynne
Hee! Thanks!
hitchhiker
I love it 🙂
andpuff
ROFLMAO!
Well, there’s worse things to be stuck in my head while I’m trying to work. I can’t think of any off hand, but I’m sure there must be. *g*
Rob Wynne
My work here is done. 🙂 *hugs*
poltr1
Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts?
I got the book. Which is good, because I forgot a lot of the songs we sang around the neighborhood and in Scouting.
Y’know, if we had enough filkers, it would be way cool to sing these. Over a real campfire. With s’mores, hot chocolate, and roasted marshmallows. And a bottle of Tully being passed around. 🙂
P.S. Be kind to your web-footed friends…..