Campfire Song Book

Silly variations

DO YOUR EARS HANG LOW?

[Tune: Turkey in the Straw, refrain]

Do your ears hang low, do they waggle to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot,
can you tie them is a bow?
Can you throw them o'er your shoulder
like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?

Do your ears stick out, can you waggle them about?
Can you flap them up and down
as you fly around the town?
Can you shut them up for sure
when you hear an awful bore?
Do your ears stick out?

Do your ears stand high, do they reach up to the sky?
Do they hang down when they're wet,
do they stand up when they're dry?
Can you semaphore your neighbor
with the minimum of labor?
Do your ears stand high?

COMING OF THE FROGS

[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]

Mine eyes have seen the horror
of the coming of the frogs.
They are sneaking through the swamps,
they are lurking under logs.
You can hear their mournful croaking
through the early morning fog.

The frogs keep hopping on.

CHORUS
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, croak, croak [Repeat 3x]
The frogs keep hopping on.

The frogs have grown in numbers,
and their croaking fills the air.
There's no place to escape to
'cause the frogs are everywhere.
They've eaten all the flies
and now they're hungry as a bear.
The frogs keep hopping on.

I used to like the bullfrogs,
like to feel their slimy skin.
Liked to put them in my teacher's desk
and take them home again.
Now they're knocking at the front door,
I can't let those frogs come in.
The frogs keep hopping on.

They have hopped into the living room
and headed down the hall.
They have trapped me in the corner
and my back's against the wall.
And when I open up my mouth
to give a desperate call.
This is all that's heard:

Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, croak, croak...

MY STOMACH HAS HAD IT

[Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean]

My breakfast lies over the ocean,
My dinner lies over the sea,
My stomach is in a commotion,
Don't mention my supper to me.

CHORUS
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my bucket to me, to me . . .

I really felt rotten this morning,
They tell me I really looked pale,
My stomach gave adequate warning,
To lean far out over the rail.

The sound of a stomach in motion,
A murmuring noise inside me,
I looked down and there on the water,
Was breakfast and dinner and tea.

PINK PAJAMAS

[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]

I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot.
I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it's not.
And sometime in the springtime and sometimes in the fall.
I jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all.

Glory, glory, hallelujah;
Glory, glory, what's it to ya.
Balmy breezes blowing through ya.
With nothing on at all.

RAVIOLI

[Tune: Alouette]

Ravioli, I like ravioli; ravioli, it's so good for me.
Leader: Do I have it in my hair?
Yes you have it in your hair.
Leader: In my hair? OHHH...
Ravioli, I like ravioli; ravioli, it's so good for me.

[Continue: Chin, tie, shirt, skirt(pants), shoes, floor. Repeat
the items mentioned with each verse sung.]