Campfire Planning Sheet
PROMOTE PARTICIPATION, FUN & FRIENDSHIP
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Date: |
April
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Campfire
Leader: |
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Campfire
Theme: |
April
Showers Bring May Flowers |
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Time
Allowed: |
60
minutes |
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Official
Opening: |
April
Showers (Lyrics by Al Jolson) |
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Campfire
Friends (Kate Fearey) |
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Well
Known Songs: |
Singing
in the Rain (Action) |
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Mr.
Sun |
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Round
Songs: |
Listen
to the Earth (4-Part Round) |
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The
First Tulip (2-Part Round) |
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Part
Song: |
O
Be Joyful (3-Parts) |
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Action
Songs: |
If
All the Raindrops |
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April
Shower’s Song (Tune: I’m A Little Teapot) |
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Skit: |
The
Women Who Didn’t Like Rain |
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Quieter
Songs: |
Inch
by Inch |
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The
Rain Song (Navajo) |
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Spiritual: |
Joy
Is Like the Rain |
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Vespers
& Taps: |
Night
Is Falling |
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Taps |
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Closing
Poem: |
April
Showers Bring May Flowers |
April Showers
Though April showers
May come your way,
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May;
And if it’s raining,
Have no regrets;
Because, it isn’t
raining rain you know
It’s raining violets.
And when you see clouds
Upon the hill,
You soon will see crowds
Of daffodils;
So keep on looking for
the bluebird,
And listening for his song,
Whenever April showers
come along.
Campfire
Friends – Kate Fearey
We come together in friendship, we sing together for fun.
Hearts and voices blending, in Guiding we are one.
Chorus:
Music joins us together,
Our circle’s open whatever,
You’re welcome whoever you are,
Whoever you are.
Our love and harmony sharing, through music, rhythm and dance,
Come join us in our circle, we’re Guiding in our hearts.
Mr. Sun
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden
Sun,
Please shine down on me.
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden
Sun,
Hiding behind a tree.
These little children are
asking you
To please come out so we
can play with you.
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden
Sun,
Please shine down on,
Please shine down on,
Please shine down on me.
Listen
to the Earth (4-Part Round) – Dorothy Lind
Listen to the Earth; it's singing to me.
Hear all nature's harmony.
Waterfalls and raindrops, wind and sea.
Sing the song of the Earth to me.
The First Tulip
(2-Part Round)
Here look in the garden bed,
something beautiful is growing.
Bright, shaped like a cup,
all red, tulip opens to the sun.
Last night it was small and green,
flame like now it is a glowing.
This one is the first I’ve seen,
now sweet weather has begun.
O Be Joyful (3-Part Song) – Natalie Sleeth
O be joyful; O be jubilant,
Put your sorrows far away,
Come rejoice and sing together this happy day.
O be joyful;
O be happy on this day.
O be joyful, O be joyful,
O be joyful on this happy day.
If All of the Raindrops
If
all of the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops,
Oh,
what a world this would be!
I'd
stand outside with my mouth open wide, goin'
Ah,
ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah,
If
all of the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops,
Oh,
what a world this would be!
If all of the moonbeams, were popsicles and ice cream
Oh,
what a world this would be!
I'd
stand outside with my mouth open wide, goin'
Ah,
ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah,
If
all of the moonbeams, were popsicles and ice cream
Oh,
what a world this would be!
If all If all of the snowflakes were lemon tarts and cupcakes
Oh,
what a world this would be!
I'd
stand outside with my mouth open wide, goin'
Ah,
ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah,
If
all of the snowflakes were lemon tarts and cupcakes
Oh,
what a world this would be!
April Shower’s Song (Tune: I’m A
Little Teapot)
Pitter patter raindrops (wiggle
fingers to imitate rain)
Falling from the sky (wiggle
fingers downward)
Here’s my umbrella (action
of opening an umbrella)
Hold it high! (hands
over head)
When the rain is over (bring
hands down slowly)
And the sun begins to glow (make
sun with arms)
Little flowers start to
bud (kneel down)
Then grow, grow, grow! (slowly
stand up)
The Woman Who Didn’t Like
Rain
Characters:
Narrator
The Woman Who Didn’t Like Rain
Farmer
Fish
School Children (Two or more)
Weatherman
Robin
Setting:
Outdoors. A chair is set upstage
center.
Narrator:
(Enters, stands near wing)
Ladies, there once was a woman who didn’t
like rain. She liked trees and rivers and flowers and lakes, but she just didn’t
like rain. She didn’t like showers nor drizzles nor downpours.
(Sadly shake head.)
She didn’t even like pitters and patters. As you can see,
(Gesture to wing as Woman enters)
she just didn’t like rain of any kind.
(Woman enters with a large sign reading DOWN
WITH RAIN! She scowls at sky, glumly takes position alongside Narrator.)
Narrator:
She didn’t like rain because it got her
wet all over.
(Woman angrily brushes raindrops from face
and shoulders.)
And because it made her slip when she walked.
(Woman slips about a few steps.)
And because she couldn’t go out to water
her garden.
(Woman sways imaginary garden hose scowling
skyward.)
Narrator:
So the woman who didn’t like rain spent
most of her time just sitting around.
(Woman sits on chair with sign propped on knees. She gestures skyward for the rain to go away.)
Narrator:
One day as she sat in the rain, she saw a happy farmer
gathering some fruits and vegetables.
(Farmer enters with basket, sets it down, smiles
at raining sky, digs potatoes and picks fruit, exits with heavy basket.)
Narrator:
She also saw a gay little fish swimming in
the big, big river. The river was getting even bigger and bigger because of the
heavy rain.
(Fish enters with swimming motions, swim gaily
about, swims off stage.)
Narrator:
And then she saw some youngsters having lots
of fun playing in the rain.
(Children briskly enter to perform various
fun-in-the-rain stunts, such as cupping hands to catch rain, hopping over puddles, splashing water on each other.)
One little girl thought it was a good time
to get clean!
(A girl stands stage center, pulls towel and
soap from pocket, scrubs herself, without disrobing! Children exit.)
Narrator:
Then she saw that hard-working fellow, the
weatherman!
(Weatherman solemnly enters with up raised
umbrella, halts at stage center, faces audience. Three times he holds out a palm,
wipes wet hand on his coat, nods, unfolds and reveals to audience a large sheet of paper which reads, RAIN PREDICTED. He solemnly exits.)
Narrator:
And finally the woman who didn’t like
rain saw a thirsty little robin who needed a drink of rain-water.
(Robin flies in, hops about, goes through the
motions of drinking from a pool, hops off stage.)
Narrator:
All these things caused the woman who didn’t
like rain to think.
(Woman thinks by peering curiously at sky.)
And think.
(Woman stands, thinks harder.)
And think.
(Woman thinks very hard by pacing the floor
with head bowed and hands clasped at back.)
She began to think that rain might be pretty
good after all. She thought of all the good things it gave the world.
Like vegetables
(Farmer enters freezes in digging position.)
And rivers
(Fish enters, holds swimming pose.)
And playtime
(Children rush in, freeze in play positions.)
And weather reports
(Weatherman enters, holds outstretched palm.)
And water to drink.
(Robin flies in holds drinking pose.)
Narrator:
All of a sudden, the woman who didn’t
like rain started really to like rain. She smiled at the sky.
(Woman smiles upward.)
And smiled even more.
(Woman broadens smile.)
She even laughed!
(Woman laughs, joyously throws arms skyward.)
Narrator:
(Excitedly)
So she went out and had fun in the rain just
like everyone else!
(Woman races in turn to each of the others,
briefly acts out their frozen positions, races to her sign DOWN WITH RAIN holds it up to audience with one hand while wildly
gesturing skyward for the rain to come down. As she finishes, the others exit
while acting out their roles, for example, the Farmer walks off while picking fruit.
The woman gaily skips off stage while happily holding high her sign.)
Narrator:
And that is how the woman who once said
(Frown.)
Down with rain, finally said
(Smile.)
Down with rain!
(Bow and exit.)
Inch by Inch – David Mallett
Chorus:
Inch
by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
'Til the rain comes tumbling down
Pulling weeds and pickin' stones
Man is made
from dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
'Cause
the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
To my body and my brain
To the music from the land
Plant your
rows straight and long
Thicker than with pray'r and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her love and
care
Old crow watchin' hungrily
From his perch
in yonder tree
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there
The Rain Song – Navajo Indian
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Conish,
conish par lo shay chic a bin chic a bin pah ko kay
Conish, conish par lo shay chic
a bin chic a bin pah ko kay
This
is a Navajo prayer for rain. The tapping rhythm accompanies only the first section
and is very soft. It is made by two beats on the thigh, then a triplet and one
beat, tapped by two fingers on the opposite palm. At the end of the song, after
a moment’s silence, the rain is heard. Following the leader’s timing
all rub hands together, then clap softly, getting louder and ending by clapping on thighs.
Joy is Like the Rain – Miriam Theresa Winter
I saw raindrops on my window, Joy is like the rain.
Laughter runs across my pane, slips away and comes again,
Joy is like the rain.
I saw clouds upon a mountain, Joy is like a cloud.
Sometimes silver, sometimes gray,
Always sun not far away.
Joy is like a cloud.
I saw Christ in wind and thunder, Joy is tried by storm.
Christ asleep within my boat, Whipped by wind yet still afloat,
Joy is tried by storm.
I saw raindrops on the river, Joy is like the rain.
Bit by bit the river grows, till all at once it overflows,
Joy is like the rain.
Night Is Falling
Night is falling,
Stars
are bright.
Have I said my last good-night?
Lord above look down on me
And help me through the night.
Thank you for a lovely day.
Thank you for showing me the way.
Thank you for all you have given me,
Good-night, O Lord, good-night.
April Showers Bring May Flowers – Stephanie
Selleck
The day begins all sunny and bright;
It fills a young
heart entirely with delight.
Then, suddenly the sky turns dark,
Like a horror movie during the approach of a killer
shark.
Clouds turn from that cottony white
To a dark grey that is as black as night.
Next, that smell pollutes
the air,
That smell that only comes this often one month a year.
The scent of damp leaves creeps nearer and nearer
The
smell of a major rainfall now becomes clearer.
The air pressure begins to fall;
I feel like I am carrying, on my shoulders,
the entire shopping mall.
Now, as I stand outside in only my new sundress
I realize that I have left my arms vulnerable
for goose bumps to caress.
I can hear the wind howl all around,
Sounding like a livid cat shrieking at a hound.
I
flee to my house as that soft pitter patter begins to fall
Then grows to the great Civil War, refusing to stop at all.
I
feel my cheery mood begin to disperse
From happy-go-lucky to something much worse.
Outside, the only thing I can
hear is drip drop, drip drop.
Inside my heart, the only thing I can feel is flip flop, flip flop.
I try to play a game,
then read an old novel
But, to my dismay, the only thing I want to do is find Mother Nature and grovel.
Finally,
when I begin to loose hope of reaching the end,
Mother Nature decides to send a glow from around the bend.
I can see
the gentle breeze blow the storm clouds away
And throw the reins on the rain to hold it at bay.
When I look outside,
the sun begins to shine
And I look in that garden that I call mine.
From the ground peaks a little button of green
And
I know that May’s breathtaking violet crocuses will soon be seen.
