Barry C Runnels (Barry_C_Runnels@MMACMAIL.JCCBI.GOV)
Fri, 8 Nov 1996 12:56:39 CST
Our Pack likes campfires so much that we have at least three a a year.
Here's one of the boys favorite songs.
(Sung to the tune of GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY)
A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day.
He rested by the coop as he went along his way.
When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye.
It was the sight he dreaded...Ghost chickens in the sky.
Chorus: Bok, bok, bok, bok,
Bok, bok, bok, bok,
Ghost chickens in the sky.
The farmer had raised chickens since he was 24.
Workin' for the Colonel for 30 years or more.
Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry,
Now they want revenge...Ghost chickens in the sky.
Their feet were black and shiny,
Their eyes were burning red.
They had no meat or feathers,
These chickens were all dead.
They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw.
They cooked him extra crispy, and ate him with coleslaw.
I just love tapping my to to the beat while typing this out.
I Dearly Love this Scouting Stuff
"Mighty" Pack 339
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City