The Songs


 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.