Every night we would eat dinner and then go up to a campfire for a
motivational speech and some sing along songs and then a treat. The
motivational speeches were generally pretty good, we heard from a guy
who blew himself up with some fireworks and blinded himself at a
scout court of honor. I don't know what the point was but I do
remember he had some awesome medieval weapons that he let us all
check out, heft and swing. I made a joke about how he should have had
those confiscated at the gate but one of the more literal minded
leaders pointed out that the rule only applied to the campers and not
the talent. Noted. We had another guy who was able to start a fire by
pouring plain old water onto the firewood. Don't panic, it was not
some kind of which-craft performed by some powerful warlock; he would
have had to have super natural powers to do that and he didn't have
super natural powers, he used the everyday magic of chemistry! He
gave it some passable patter and a flourish and then poured on the
water but he missed the container carefully hidden in the sticks and
then had to do it again which lacked the polish and panache that I
expect from my fireside lectures. C. . .C+. The second to last night
we had a delightful duo put on some yellow face and sing a song, a
catchy tune, about fried chicken.
♫ Our chicken golden brown,
wrapped in tin foil
five finger licking good, stole
from the Colonel. ♫
(spoken in Chinese accented broken Engrish) “Onry five finger
Ricking good?”
“Yes, ah so, to avoid costly copyright Ritigation”
“Makes sense.”
♫ Our chicken golden brown,
cooked to perfection
Sold with a honey butter cup to
choke it down♫
(Again Spoken) “ No biscuits?”
“Ah so, no, we are to busy
making delicious chicken to make biscuits, you can make them your
self if you want them so bad.”
“Makes sense”
The first verse was repeated and
then they were done. The song and performance were not to terribly
funny but for some reason it has stuck firmly in my head and every
once in a while I will break into song about chicken that is golden
brown and five finger ricking good. The last night we were at the
campfire devotional they did a flag retirement ceremony with a lot of
patriotic songs and thoughts. It was really cool and one of the more
moving experiences of my childhood.
