The Hills of Osceola

The hills of Osceola are calling me today,

Come back along the Scouting trail,

their voices seem to say.

I dream of woodland valleys,

and pathways that I knew,

And answer Osceola Hills,

I'm coming back to you.

The Trees of Osceola lift up their branches high,

The leafy curtain that they spread

is green against the sky.

And when the shades of evening

have chased away the light,

The stars above come shining through,

God's watchmen of the night.

The friends of Osceola have walked the trail with me,

And 'round the campfire we have met

in joyous company.

Oh friends of rain and sunshine,

so loyal and so true,

Thank God for hills and trees and stars -

for country, home and you!

Tell Me Why

Tell me why

the starlit sky.

Tell me why

the oak trees high.

Tell me why,

the sunset's hue..

Tell me, Osceola,

Why we all love you ?

Because God made

the starlit sky.

Because God made

the oak trees high.

Because God made

the sunset's hue.

That's why Osceola,

why we all love you!

The Cat Came Back

Old Mr. Johnson had troubles of his own.

He had a yellow cat that would not leave his home.

He tried and he tried to give that cat away.

He gave it to a man who was going far away.

CHORUS - - But, the, cat came back, the very next day

Oh, the cat came back, we knew he was a loser.

But the cat came back, he just wouldn't stay away.

He gave it to a man who was going way out west.

He told the man to give that cat to the gal that he loved best.

First the train jumped the track, then it hit the rail.

Not a single soul was left to tell the gruesome tale.

Chorus

He gave it to a boy with a ten dollar note (wow! ten bucks)

He told the boy to take, that cat out in a boat.

He tied a rock around it's neck, it must have weighed 10 lbs.

Now they drag the lakefront for the little boy who drowned.

Chorus

The man around the corner said he'd shoot that cat on sight. BANG!

He loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite.

He waited and he waited for that cat to come around.

Ninety-seven pieces of that man were all they found.

Chorus

Someone pushed the button, an atomic holocaust. BOOM! Mushroom cloud!

All the hopes and dreams of America was lost.

Old Mr. Johnson, he laughed with foolish glee.HEE HEE HEE

Now that darned old yellow cat will never bother me.

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America Oh beautiful, for spacious skies For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain. America, America; God shed his grace on thee. And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea!  My country 'tis of thee, My country tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died! Land of the Pilgrim's pride! From every mountain side, Let freedom ring! The Star-Spangled Banner Oh say, can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof throughout the night that our flag was still there. Oh say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Scout Vespers Song Softly falls the night of day, While our campfire fades away, Silently each Scout should ask: "Have I done my daily task,  Have I kept my honor bright?  Can I guiltless sleep tonight?  Have I done and have I dared  Everything to be prepared?"   Taps Day is done, Gone the sun,  from the lake, from the hills, from the sky: All is well, safely rest, God is nigh

God Bless America God Bless America, Land that I love, Stand beside her, and guide her, Through the night with a light from above. From the mountains, to the praries To the oceans, white with foam God Bless Ameica, my home sweet home, God Bless America, my home sweet home.

You're a Grand Old Flag     You're a grand old flag, you're a high-flying flag, Forever in peace may you wave. You're the emblem of, the land I love, The home of the free and the brave. Every heart beats true for the red, white, and blue, Where there's never a boast or a brag. But should old acquaintance be forgot, Keep your eye on the grand old flag. My Dog Rover (Tune: I"m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover) I'm looking over my dead dog Rover That I overran with the mower. One leg is missing, another is gone, One leg is scattered all over the lawn. No need explaining, the one remaining, Is stuck in the kitchen door. I'm looking over my dead dog Rover That I over ran, that I over ran, That I over ran with the mower. (another version) I'm looking over my dead dog Rover Who died on the kitchen floor. One leg is broken, the other is lame, The third leg is missing, the fourth needs a cane. No need explaining, the tail remaining Was caught in the oven door. I'm looking over my dead dog Rover Who died on the kitchen floor.

A Little Miss A little miss, went out to piiiiii-ck some flowers, She stepped in grass up to her aaaaaa-nkles high A little bird stepped on a tuuuuuur-key feather, It broke her heart, she let a farrrrrr-mer take her home. She had freckles on her but she was nice.

Be Prepared Oh, Be Pre-pared, pre-pared,pre-pared, the motto of a Boy Scout Oh Be Pre-pared,prepared, pre-pared the motto of a Scout Pre-pared, Pre-pared the motto of a good scout Pre-pared, pre-pared , the motto of a scout.

The Aardvark Song There was a long dark Aardvark in this town and he is missing from the zoo. The police are searching high and low but cannot find him. Can you? Oh why did he go? I'll tell you the reason. Cause its Aardvark mating season.  So if you see two aardvarks necking in the park, don't upset their apple cart. You don't have to spy, your not the FBI, don't break the aardvark's heart.