I’m still thinking of that post about the baby shark song that I just reblogged and honestly? yeah. the beauty of camp songs is 100% in how they differ depending on your home camp and who’s leading the song and stuff. and it’s GLORIOUS. I LOVE not knowing how my song’s gonna end.
Bill Grogan’s Goat. Does the goat die or get shipped off to slowly be tortured at a Girl Scout camp? God knows until we get there.
Will the littlest worm escape his fate by means of tiny scuba gear, or is he permadead?
When your song leader yells EARLY IN THE MOOOOOORNIN’ are you about to embark on the journey of a bird with a really long name, or are you going to yell about how Felix doesn’t like pits in his juice?
What are we thankful for in the Lollipop Grace? Chocolate? Raisins? Tacos?
What is Herman the worm even eating?
Princess Pat. Did she live in a tree or was she involved with a wide infantry? A first infantry?
What the ever loving chestnut do you sing when you’re introducing Running Bear?
How many things rhyme with “thunderation?”
Anyway camp songs are about questions and not knowing and assuming that probably someone will die by the end of it (but in like a fun way, with historic reasons for why so many songs involve death). And it’s glorious. And the commercialization of these songs would take them away and it’s why I have so much fun laughing at anything with Melinda Caroll.
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