SONGS
It’s a Cub World
Santa Clara County Council
Tune: It’s a Small World”
Chorus:
It’s a Cub world after all.
It’s a Cub world after all.
It’s a Cub world after all.
It’s a Cub Scout World!
There are Cubs in England and Italy,
There are Cubs in France and Germany.
When the Cub flag’s unfurled,
All around this big world,
It’s for Cubs like you and me.
Chorus
There are Bears and Wolves and Webelos,
We wear different patches on our clothes.
But, I’ll tell you, it’s true,
We all wear gold and blue,
In our great big Cub Scout World!
Chorus
Akela guides us all, you see,
To learn and do and grow and be.
And we all meet the test
Cause we all do our best
In our great big Cub Scout World!
Chorus
Bring Back My Neighbors to Me
Santa Clara County Council
Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
One night as I lay on my pillow,
One night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out of the window,
Next morning my neighbors were dead.
Chorus:
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my neighbors to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my neighbors to me, to me.
My neighbors looked into the gas tank,
But nothing inside could they see.
They lighted a match to assist them,
Oh, bring back my neighbors to me!
Chorus
Family Showtime
Baltimore Area Council
Tune: Did You Ever See a Lassie?
My mother plays the banjo,
The banjo, the banjo.
My mother plays the banjo
On her knee.
My sister plays the violin,
The violin, the violin.
My sister plays the violin
With sound so sweet.
My father plays the bass drum,
The bass drum, the bass drum.
My father plays bass drum
With tones deep and low.
My brother plays the tuba,
The tuba, the tuba,
My brother plays the tuba
With loud, strong blows.
My auntie plays the guitar,
The guitar, the guitar.
My auntie plays the guitar
With her feet.
My uncle plays the bagpipes,
The bagpipes, the bagpipes.
My uncle plays the bagpipes
With hums and squeaks.
I am the band conductor,
Conductor, conductor.
I am the band conductor
And lead the song.
Won’t you join our fun band,
Our fun band, our fun band.
Won’t you join our fun band
And play along.
Grandfather’s Clock
Baltimore Area Council
This was the first song I learned in Cub Scouts. Mr. Nagy taught it to us at a Pack meeting in the Fall of 1957, CD
My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
Chorus:
Ninety years without slumbering,
tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
tick, tock, tick, tock,
And it stopped, short, never to go again,
when the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent as a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful pride.
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
Chorus:
My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
Chorus:
It rang in alarm in the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
And we knew that his spirit was plumbing its flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
Chorus:
People in a Family
Baltimore Area Council
Tune: Supercalifrafilistic
Mom and dad should take the time,
You’ll be glad you did,
To be a parent and a friend
Do something with your kid.
One day they are tiny,
and next day they are grown,
And before you know it,
You’ll be all alone
Chorus:
People in a family should do a lot together
In the house or out of doors
No matter what the weather,
Do not try to put it off
It’s either now or never,
People in a family should do a lot together.
Go to a museum, see a show,
or ride a bike,
Try your hand at fishing,
Or at camping, or a hike.
Swimming in a swimming pool
Or skiing on the snow,
Lots of things that you can do
And places you can go.
Our Pilgrim Forefathers
Baltimore Area Council
Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
They came as strangers to a land,
So brave and unafraid,
In spite of many hardships,
They still bowed their heads and prayed.
“We are thankful for the growing crops,
The beauty of our land,
And freedom to live as we planned.”
Chorus:
Our Pilgrim fathers make us proud,
They accomplished what they vowed,
We will sing their praises loud,
And freedom marches on.
Squanto was an Indian
Helped the Pilgrims out,
He taught them how to plant their corn
And how to fish for trout.
They hunted in the woods for deer
And caught wild turkeys, too,
He was a friend so true.
Chorus:
Bradford was the governor,
He was just and fair,
He thought it important that
Each man received his share,
He planned the first Thanksgiving
Holiday to celebrate
A harvest good and great.
Peanut Butter and Jelly
Santa Clara County Council
This is an action song –
Dig: pretend to dig.
Smash: squash something between your hands.
Spread: use one hand to spread peanut butter and jelly over the other hand.
Pick: pretend to pick berries.
The last time through the chorus, after eating the sandwich, mumble the words as though there is peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth.)
Chorus:
Peanut, peanut butter – jelly! Peanut, peanut butter – jelly!
First you take the peanuts and you dig ‘em, and you dig ‘em,
And you dig ‘em, dig ‘em, dig ‘em.
And you smash ‘em, smash ‘em, smash ‘em, smash ‘em, smash ‘em.
And you spread ‘em, and you spread ‘em,
And you spread ‘em, spread ‘em, spread ‘em.
(Chorus)
Next you take the berries and you pick ‘em, and you pick ‘em,
And you pick ‘em, pick ‘em, pick ‘em.
And you smash ‘em, smash ‘em, smash ‘em, smash ‘em, smash ‘em.
And you spread ‘em, and you spread ‘em,
And you spread ‘em, spread ‘em, spread ‘em.
(Chorus)
Then you take the sandwich and you bite it, and you bite it.
And you bite it, bite it, bite it.
And you chew it, and you chew it, and you chew it, chew it, chew it.
And you swallow, and you swallow,
And you swallow, swallow, swallow.
(Chorus)
(Mumble it this time as if there is peanut butter on the roof of your mouth)
