Gwnewch y pethau bychain

There is a drawback…

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!

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10 Comments

  1. LOL!

    /me falls over laughing

  2. Hehe…

    #filkhaven -- Where do you want to go today?

    😉

  3. You are a twisted individual indeed.

  4. (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.

  5. 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*

  6. 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…..

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