The Olympic Slogan

One World, One Dream

 

 

 

 

One piece of log creates a small fire, adequate to warm you up, add just a few more pieces to blast an immense bonfire, large enough to warm up your entire circle of friends; needless to say that individuality counts but team work dynamites.

 

 

Everywhere around the world tonight,

Guides are singing by the campfire light.

 

The more we get together

Together, together

The more we get together

The happier we'll be

For your friends are my friends

And my friends are your friends

The more we get together

The happier we'll be.

 

 

Grab another hand,

Grab a hand next to ya,

Grab another hand and sing along!

Grab another hand,

Grab a hand next to ya,

Grab another hand and sing

….and sing this song!

 

Chorus:

Ah la la la la la le lu ya

Ah la la la la la le lu ya

Ah la la la la la le lu ya

Ah la la la la la, alleluia!

 

Shake another hand,

Shake a hand next to ya ….

 

Clap another hand;

Clap a hand next to ya ….

 

Raise another hand,

Raise a hand next to ya ….

 

Being a Guide with You

 

We'll have a good time,

Singing a song,

Learning new things

As we travel along.

Well it's such a lot of fun

Being a Guide with you.

Make some good friends,

Try something new,

I'm doing new things

I never thought I could do

And it's such a lot of fun

Being a Guide with you.

Being a Guide means being a friend,

Working together until the day's end,

Laughing along, singing a song, sharing a dream or two.

The future is ours;

It’s just round the bend

I know I'm prepared

And I've got a friend

And it's such a lot of fun

Being a Guide with you.

Being a Guide means lending a hand

And being a Guide

Means taking a stand.

Spreading goodwill all over the land.

Making our dreams come true.

 

I'm singing it loud; I'm singing it clear,

'Cause I've got a message

I want you to hear

And it's such a lot of fun

Being a Guide with you

Oh yeah, being a Guide:

Well it's ever so much fun

Being a Guide with you.

 

The Olympic Oath is taken by one athlete and one judge at the opening ceremonies of each Olympic Games. The athlete, from the team of the organizing country, holds a corner of the Olympic Flag while reciting the oath:

In the name of all the competitors I promise that we shall take part in these Olympic Games, respecting and abiding by the rules which govern them, committing ourselves to a sport without doping and without drugs, in the true spirit of sportsmanship, for the glory of sport and the honor of our teams.

 

The judge, also from the host nation, likewise holds a corner of the flag but takes a slightly different oath:

In the name of all the judges and officials, I promise that we shall officiate in these Olympic Games with complete impartiality, respecting and abiding by the rules which govern them in the true spirit of sportsmanship.

 

Strong lives are motivated by dynamic purposes. (Kenneth Hildebrand)

In Guiding we have our own promise and law that motivate us to dynamic purposes.

 

Chorus:

On my honour I will try

There's a duty to be done,

And I say "aye",

There's a reason here,

For a reason above

My honour is to try,

And my duty is to love

No one needs to know my name

If I hurt someone, then I'm to blame

If I help someone, then I've helped me

And that's the way that it should be

 

I've tucked away a song or two

If you're feeling low,

There’s one for you

If you need a friend, then I will come

There's plenty more

Where I come from

 

Come with me

Where a fire burns bright

You can see much better

By its own light

You can find more meaning

In a campfire's glow

Than you'll ever find in a year or so

 

Friendship is the strangest thing

If you keep it to yourself

No reward will it bring

But you gave it away,

And you gave it to me

And from now on great friends we'll be

We've got a promise to always keep

And sing "Day is Done"

Before we sleep

We’re Girl Guides together,

And when we're gone

We'll still be a-trying and a-singing this song

 

The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible. (Arthur C. Clarke)

 

 

Head and shoulders, knees and toes,

Knees and toes,

Head and shoulders, knees and toes,

Knees and toes,

Eyes and ears and mouth and nose,

Head and shoulders, knees and toes.

Ankles, elbows, feet and seat,

Feet and seat.

Ankles, elbows, feet and seat,

Feet and seat.

And hair and neck and chin and cheeks,

Ankles, elbows, feet and seat,

Feet and seat.

 

When you know what you want, and you want it badly enough, you'll find a way to get it. (Jim Rohn)

 

Can a woman be a runner?

Yes she can, yes she can!

Can a woman be a wrestler?

Yes she can, yes she can!

Can a woman be a rower?

Can a woman be swimmer?

Can she be a medal winner?

Yes she can, yes she can!

 

Can a women cycle quickly?

Yes she can, yes she can!

Can a woman throw a javelin?

Yes she can, yes she can!

Can she tumble in gymnastics?

And the crowds yell she’s fantastic

And she’s proud to be an athlete?

Yes she can, yes she can!

 

Just you wait until we're older,

Then you'll see

We'll be women in tomorrow's history!

As we grow up through the years

We'll sing out loud and clear

Can we start the process here?

Yes we can, yes we can!!

 

 

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

Life is but a dream

 

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. (Aristotle)

 

My paddle's keen and bright

Flashing with silver

Follow the wild goose flight

Dip, dip and swing

 

Dip, dip and swing her back

Flashing with silver

Swift as the wild goose flies

Dip, dip and swing

 

Picture a Cyclist

 

Picture a cyclist, all dressed in red,

Fell off her bike seat,

Bashed in her head

Blood on the bike seat,

Blood on the ground,

Great, big gobs of blood all around.

 

Second verse, same as the first

A little bit louder and a little bit worse!

 

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

 

Take me out to the ball game;
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts

And Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root

For the home team,
if they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes,

You're out,
at the old ball game.

 

 

Swimming, swimming

In the swimming pool

When days are hot,

When days are cold,

In the swimming pool

Side-stroke, breast-stroke,

Fancy diving too.

Oh, don’t you wish you never had anything else to do, but....

 

Actions:

Swimming: swimming action

Swimming pool: trace outline of pool

Days are hot: wipe hand across forehead

Days are cold: shiver

Side-stroke:   do the sidestroke

Breast-stroke: do the breaststroke

Fancy diving: dive action

 

Repeat the song a number of times, leaving out each of the above lines one at a time but still doing the actions. The last verse should be all actions and no singing!

 

 

DUSTY OLD CELLAR	"Cree-eek, Ah-Choo"
JUG	"Boop, Boop"
TRASH CAN	"Crash-Bam"
SAW	"Whaang, Whaang "
HAT BOX	"Rat-a-tat-tat "

 

Once upon a time, as many stories begin, in a dusty old CELLAR___ there lived a group of very good, very old and very out-dated friends. There was an empty glass JUG___, a rusty SAW___, two beat-up TRASH CANS___ and a faded old HAT BOX____. Now these old friends had been in the dusty old CELLAR___ for a very long time, and except for being moved about from time to time, they were left alone to rust or turn to dust. Needless to say, they were very lonely.

One day, the empty glass JUG___, in a deep low voice said, "It's too quiet here. I wish something would happen." "Now really, JUG___," said the rusty SAW___, "What could possibly happen here?" "Why," said the faded old HAT BOX___, "I've been sitting on this CELLAR___ shelf for 20 years and all I've seen are two mice and a Daddy-Long-Legs spider." This empty glass JUG___ is just getting older and emptier," said the beat-up TRASH CANS___. "Don't pay him any mind."

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps on the CELLAR___ stairs. Four young girls, all dressed alike, came cautiously down the CELLAR___ steps. They were talking in hushed voices. "Are they twins?" asked the faded old HAT BOX___. "I think they're pygmies!" said the rusty SAW___ in a lofty voice. "Nonsense," said the empty glass JUG___. "They're Girl Guides," said the beat-up TRASH CANS___. By now, the old friends were very curious and excited. The listened as the girls talked.

"Boy, it's spooky down here in this dusty old CELLAR___," said Jenny. "Don't be a 'fraidy cat," said Michele. "Aw heck, let's go," said Janice. "No, wait," said Brenda. "I've got an idea. We have to do a stunt for our Guide Meeting, don't we?"

"Yeah, that's right," the other three chorused. "Well," said Brenda, "Let's have a band ... a CELLAR___ band!" "A band!" they yelped. "Sure," said Brenda. "I'll play that rusty SAW ___. Jenny, you take that empty glass JUG___. Michele, that faded old HAT BOX___ will make a neat drum. And Janice, those beat-up TRASH CAN __ lids will be swell cymbals.

Bang went the HAT BOX ____, Clang went the TRASH CAN ____, Whosh went the JUG ____ and swish went the SAW ____. Bang, Clang, Whosh, Swish, gonna play in our band all day. Bang, Clang, Whosh, Swish, together well sing a song.

Well, of course, you know the rest. Day after day the girls practiced on the HAT BOX ____, the TRASH CAN ____, the JUG ____ and the SAW ____. The Guides Four made new friends with old friends; right there in the dusty old CELLAR___, with an empty glass JUG___, a rusty SAW___, a faded old HAT BOX___ and two beat-up TRASH CANS___, and for all we know, they may be playing together still today!

 

Show class, have pride, and display character. If you do, winning takes care of itself. (Coach Paul "Bear" Bryant)

 

Thunder, Thunder, Thunderation

We are the Girl Guides

Across the nation

When we work with determination

We create a sensation.

 

Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true. (Leon J. Suenes)

 

 

Chorus:

May all your dreams

Bloom like daisies in the sun

May you always have

Stars in your eyes

May you not stop running

Not until your race is run

May you always have blue skies

 

A dream is something all your own

To keep within your heart

To build on when you're sad, or when you're world's been torn apart

A dream is something all your own that no one else can steal

A dream is for you to make real

 

You can share your laugher with any stranger that you may meet

You can share your money with a beggar on the street

But you can only share a dream when love sets it free

Please won't you share yours with me?

 

An athlete cannot run with money in his pockets. He must run with hope in his heart and dreams in his head. (Emil Zatopek)

 

Loo lala, loo lala, loo lala lalay

Lala loo la loo la loo lala lalay

Loo lala, loo lala, loo lala lalay

Lala loo la loo la lay

 

(The verse is repeated a number of times. Before each verse, leader calls out the name of an Olympic Competing country or place. Verse is sung louder if the named place is far away, quieter if it's closer).

 

 

This little Guiding light of mine,

I'm gonna let it shine

This little Guiding light of mine,

I'm gonna let it shine

This little Guiding light of mine,

I'm gonna let it shine

Let it shine, all the time, let it shine

Don't you (poof) my little light out,

I'm gonna let it shine

Don't you (poof) my little light out,

I'm gonna let it shine

Don't you (poof) my little light out,

I'm gonna let it shine

Let it shine, all the time, let it shine

Hide it under a bush? Oh no!

I'm gonna let it shine

Hide it under a bush? Oh no!

I'm gonna let it shine

Hide it under a bush? Oh no!

I'm gonna let it shine

Let it shine, all the time, let it shine

 

Take my little light around the world, I'm gonna let it shine

Take my little light around the world, I'm gonna let it shine

Take my little light around the world, I'm gonna let it shine

Let it shine, all the time, let it shine

 

He’s Got the Whole World

 

He’s got the whole world,

In His hands,

He’s got the whole wide world,

In His hands,

He’s got the whole world,

In His hands,

He’s got the whole world

In His hands.

 

He’s got you and me brother ….

 

He’s got you and me sister ….

 

He’s got everybody here ….

 

 

By WILLIAM C. RHODEN

Published: September 26, 2000

 

We often talk about people carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, but never really mean it as much more than a metaphor.

Tonight in Sydney, we meant it.

Cathy Freeman, the pride of Australia, the joy of the Aborigine people, carried this continent 400 meters across the finish line and light years farther.

The 27-year-old Freeman ended a four-year journey in just 49.11 seconds to become the first Aborigine to win an individual Olympic gold medal. The news media coverage was so intense, the adulation so smothering that it had become a threat. A silver medal would have been accepted graciously, but in reality, another second-place finish would be counted as a loss.

 

As Freeman ran tonight, all the nerves, all the anticipation, the 112,524 fans screaming and cheering for history, provided the fuel.

''I was very nervous,'' she said after the race, ''but I heard this voice in my head just telling me to do what I know, do what I know. As long as I did that, I'd be fine.''

Freeman didn't run the race of her life -- she had run 48.6 seconds, her personal best, in Atlanta. She ran the race of hundreds of thousands of other lives. And she ran with a certain fury, knowing that when she finished -- when she won -- she would be free for the first time in nearly four years, since she finished second to Marie-Jose Perec at the 1996 Games in Atlanta.

 

''I was more happy for her because she made the decision,'' Freeman said. ''I know her well enough to know she's a very proud athlete, and I respect her for what she represents.''

''She decided she wasn't ready to run and she didn't want to run,'' she added. ''The only important thing is that she's happy.''

 

Lorraine Graham of Jamaica, the silver medalist, and Katharine Merry of Britain, who won the bronze, were ready to run the race of their lives. Freeman and Graham were even coming out of the final turn. Some will say that the uproar of the Australians carried Freeman to the finish line. In the final 50 meters, Freeman pulled away from Graham and broke the tape. Exhausted and delirious, Freeman began the process of winding down by sitting on the track for two minutes.

''I could feel the crowd around me, all over me,'' she said. ''I felt everybody's emotion. Happiness and joy absorbed into every pore of my body. I had to sit down to make myself feel normal and get comfortable. It was beyond words.''

 

First, she went over to her mother and stepfather. Then, in the most symbolic act of all, Freeman took a victory lap with both the Australian and Aboriginal flags. Finally, she was free.

Afterward, she said she hoped ''what's happened tonight will make a difference in people's attitudes: to the person walking in the street, their attitude; people in the political arena, their attitude.''

 

''All I know is that I've made a lot of people happy, with all kinds of backgrounds who call Australia home,'' Freeman said. ''And I'm happy.''

For this one night, fans and citizens savoured a long-awaited treasure; Cathy Freeman savoured the moment and said it would not change her.

''In my simple world, when I wake up in the morning, I have breakfast and I clean my teeth and life's very normal when I'm on my own,'' she said. ''If anything will change, it will be the way everybody treats me.

''But the main difference within myself will be the fact that I'm pleased that I withstood the pressure and won the gold medal.''

Many decades from now, when her racing days are long past, she will still have her most valuable possession. Freeman will carry a torch around a stadium the way the former Australian Olympians did before Freeman ignited the caldron in Sydney.

Someone will remember Sept. 25, 2000. Someone will say then what you can say now without equivocation: Cathy Freeman fought the good fight. She ran the good race.

 

 

Now on land and sea descending

Brings the night its peace profound.

Let our vesper hymn be blending

With the holy calm around.

 

Chorus:

Jubilate! Jubilate! Jubilate! Amen.

Jubilate! Jubilate! Jubilate! Amen.

 

Soon as dies the sunset glory,

Stars of heav’n shine out above;

Telling still the ancient story,

Their Creator’s changeless love.

 

As the darkness deepens o’er us,

Lo, eternal stars arise;

Hope and faith and love rise glorious,

Shining in the spirit’s skies.

 

 

Softly falls the light of day

As our campfire fades away

Silently each Guide should ask

Have I done my daily task?

Have I kept my honour bright?

Can I guiltless sleep tonight?

Have I done and have I dared

Everything to be prepared?

 

The spirit, the will to win, and the will to excel are the things that endure. These qualities are so much more important than the events that occur. (Vince Lombardi)

 

Day is done,

Gone the sun

From the lake,

From the hills

From the sky.

All is well,

Safely rest

God is nigh

One World, One Dream!