Campfire Planning Sheet

PROMOTE PARTICIPATION, FUN & FRIENDSHIP

 

Date:	October ___, 2012
Campfire Leader:	___________________________________
Campfire Theme:	Autumn Is My Favorite Season
Time Allowed:	45 minutes
Official Opening:	Campfire Opening Poem  - My Favorite Season
	Fire’s Burning (4-Part Round)
Well Known Songs:	Swinging Along – Gladys Jacobs (Autumn)
	The Happy Wanderer – Friedrich W. Moller (Autumn Hike)
Round Songs:	Listen to the Earth (4-Part Round) – Dorothy Lind
Part Songs:	Tyrolean Trampling Song (2-Part Song)
Fun Songs:	Cannibal Song (For Halloween)
	Great Green Gobs (For Halloween)
Quieter Songs:	Walk in Beauty Grace – Melinda Carroll (Autumn Reflection)
Story:	The Hairy Toe (Scary for Halloween)
Spiritual:	Thank you (Thanksgiving)
Vespers & Taps:	With the Scent of Woodsmoke (Autumn Campfire)
	Taps

 

 

 

 

Campfire Opening Poem – My Favorite Season

 

Autumn is my favorite season;
Halloween is, of course, a reason.
Witches sail around on brooms
while children pick out fun costumes.

Autumn is a time for fun
while 'round the fire pit, ghost stories are spun.
Put a marshmallow on a stick
and eat that gooey treat right quick.

Autumn is a time for thanks

for ev’ry pleasure small.
Thanks for music, light and gladness.
Thank you for them all.

 

Autumn is a sight to see
as leaves change from one color to three.
Bright colors like red, orange, and gold
are a wonderful sight to behold.

 

Make autumn your favorite time of year...
You won’t be sorry as the season draws near.

 

 

Fire's Burning (4-Part Round)

 

Fire's burning, fire's burning

Draw nearer, draw nearer

In the gloaming, in the gloaming

Come sing and be merry

 

 

Swinging Along – Gladys Jacobs

 

Part I

Swinging along the open road,

Swinging along under a sky that’s clear.

Swinging along the open road.

All in the fall, in the fall of the year

Swinging along, swinging along, swinging along the open road,

All in the fall of the year.

 

Part II

Swinging along the open road, under a sky that’s clear.

Swinging along the open road, in the fall of the year.

Swinging along, swinging along, swinging along the open road,

All in the fall of the year.

 

 

The Happy Wanderer – Friedrich W. Moller

 

Chorus:

Val-der-ri, val-der-ra

Val-der-ri, val-der-ra ra ra ra ra ra

Val-der-ri, val-der-ra

(Sing the last line of the verse)

 

I love to go a-wandering

Along the mountain track

And as I go, I love to sing

My knapsack on my back

 

I love to wander by the stream

That dances in the sun

So joyously it calls to me

Come join my happy song

I wave my hat to all I meet

And they wave back at me

And blackbirds call so loud and clear

From every greenwood tree

Oh, may I go a-wandering

Until the day I die

And may I always laugh and sing

Beneath God’s clear blue sky

 

 

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.

 

 

Tyrolean Trampling Song (2-Part Song) - Switzerland

 

Tra la la la la la la la,

Tra la la la la la la la,

Tra la la la la la la la,

Tra la la la la la la la.

 

 

Cannibal Song (Tune -Row, Row, Row Your Boat)

 

Stir, stir, stir the soup
Taste it with a spoon
Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy
Hope she'll be done soon.

Sniff, sniff, sniff the meat
Salt it like you should
Tasty, tasty, tasty, tasty
Humans taste so good.

Slurp, slurp, slurp it down
Never get enough
Hope we trap more humans soon
We're crazy 'bout this stuff.

Whew, phew, burp, I'm full
Think I'm going to pop
Phooey, phooey, phooey, phooey
Guess I'll have to stop.

Gosh, darn, golly gee
Wish it wasn't so
Oh, well, what the heck
Pass me one more toe.

 

Great Green Gobs

 

Great green globs of

Greasy, grimy gopher guts

Munched up monkey meat

Little birdies’ dirty feet

French-fried eyeballs

Swimming in a pool of barf

And I forgot my spoon

 

Great green globs of

Greasy, grimy gopher guts

Mutilated monkey feet

Chopped up baby parakeet

French-fried eyeballs

Sailing in a creamy puff

Oops!  I forgot my spoon

But there are straws….

 

 

Walk in Beauty Grace – Melinda Carroll

 

As I walk, I walk in beauty, my thoughts and words are beauty too.

For beauty lives, and it surrounds me,

The universe is beautiful, the universe is beautiful.

 

As I sing, I am so grateful, for food and friends and life so dear.

And all the gifts, that I’ve been given,

Our mother earth is bountiful, our mother earth is bountiful.

 

As we walk, we walk in beauty, let thoughts and words be beauty too.

For beauty lives and it surrounds us,

The universe is beautiful, the universe is beautiful.

 

 

The Hairy Toe

 

One day, Ol' Joe was working out in his garden. It was hot! Why it was so hot, he had to eat some chili peppers off the vine just to cool himself off. He took off his straw hat and with his red bandana handkerchief he wiped his shiny, bald head. Ol' Joe didn't live with anyone but himself. So he often talked to himself. Only one he to listen to was himself.

 

As he hoed the dried parched earth, he complained, "Dang blasted heat, burned my tomatoes, scorched my corn, boiled the potatoes right in the ground. Sakes and bother! Why, the cutter worms can't even find anything to eat. And, Joe, he was hungry, right hungry.

 

Well, there he was with his head bowed to the ground, just a hoein' and complainin', hoein' and complainin,' When all of a sudden, his hoe lit down on something hard.

"Dad-blamed roots! Fellow can't get a break around this place." So, he took his hoe and whacked it down real hard. Now, Joe thought he heard somethin' give a little yelp, but when he looked up, all he could see was that sun blarin' down at him.

 

When he looked back down, he didn't see a root. What he did see was the biggest, the nastiest looking hairy toe, you ever laid your eyes on. I mean this toe was nasty! It was crusted with years of dried skin and dirt, it had sharp, black wiry hairs that stuck out in every direction, and it had this yellow/purple toenail that was as long and sharp as a dagger.

 

Now, I don't know about you. But if I'd seen that nasty toe in my garden, I'd given it a proper burial right then and there, and been done with it. But, not Ol' Joe! Oh no. Do you know what he said when he picked up that disgusting bloody stump? "Supper!"

So, Ol' Joe took that toe inside, ran it under some cold water and scrubbed it up a bit with his toothbrush. He got some beans left over from a couple nights ago and put them on the stove. When they started steamin', Joe plopped that toe right down amongst those beans and set it to boil. Every so, now and again, Joe would come over and stir up those beans. He'd lick his pink sloppery lips every time he see that toe a bobbin' up and down. After awhile, he added a squeeze of lime juice and a dash of Tabasco sauce. Finally, he was ready for his feast, and he poured his toe ala beans into a bowl.

 

He tucked his red handkerchief under his chin and with a big wooden spoon began ladling the beans into his mouth. When he got to the bottom of the bowl, there was his prize hairy toe all cooked to perfection. He fished it out between his forefinger and this thumb. He stuck the whole toe in his mouth and began suckin' off all the bean juice. Next, he nibbled away at the fleshy parts. Every so, now and again, he'd spit out a hair or two. When he got down to the bones, he cracked them open like a lobster tail and sucked out the marrow. Not to leave anything to waste, he munched down on the remaining bones and toenail until there was nothing left to lick off but the pattern on the china.

Feeling pretty good, he put his dish in the sink and settled down to watch his favorite TV show: "Fear Factor. (Now why doesn't that surprise me?) Yessiree, life doesn't get much better than when your belly is full and you settle down to some good, wholesome family entertainment. But Ol' Joe had put in a day's work what with all that garden work and cookin' and all... he was just plumb tuckered. So, it wasn't long before he was sawin' logs big time.

Joe wasn't sure what it was that woke him up. Was it something he heard on the TV or was it-- something else? He turned the TV down and listened. Sure enough, he heard it again. It was long, low, soulful, cry, "I want my hairy toe." He waited, he listened, and then, a little louder, "I want my hairy toe!" Joe, he looked all around - nothing there. So, he looked out the back door. And there he saw-- footprints! And the big toe on the left foot -- was missing! He ran back inside and slammed the door. He didn't see anything, but he could hear, oh yeah, he could hear, even louder than before, "I WANT MY HAIRY TOE!

Joe ran upstairs and hid under his bed, but it was no use, the "thing" was in his house. He heard it clumping up the steps (thump-clump; thump-clump). Then, the door opened to his bedroom (creak). He heard the footsteps shuffling closer, closer to the bed. Then the "thing" reached down and pulled Ol' Joe out by his feet. He loomed over Joe. "I WANT MY HAIRY TOE!

Joe began to tremble and shake, "I, I don't have your hairy toe. I, I ate it!

"What! You ate my hairy toe! Then, I will have to eat-- YOU!"

(pause)

Some people wonder how I know the story about the hairy toe. After all, Ol' Joe did live by himself and all. And, no one ever saw him again after that fateful night. So, how do I know about the story: Well, you see, it was my hairy toe, and I did get it back.

 

Thank You

 

Thank you for giving me the morning.
Thank you for ev’ry day that’s new.
Thank you that I can know my worries can be cast on you.

 

Thank you for all my friends and brothers.
Thank you for all the men that live.
Thank you for even greatest enemies I can forgive.

 

Thank you, I have my occupation.
Thank you for ev’ry pleasure small.
Thank you for music, light and gladness.
Thank you for them all.

Thank you for many little sorrows.
Thank you for ev’ry kindly word.
Thank you for ev’rywhere your guidance reaches ev’ry land.

Thank you, I see your Word has meaning.
Thank you, I know your Spirit here.
Thank you because you love all people,
those both far and near.

Thank you, O Lord, you spoke unto us.
Thank you that for our words you care.
Thank you, O Lord, you came among us,
bread and wine to share.

Thank you, O Lord, your love is boundless.
Thank you that I am full of you.
Thank you, you made me feel so glad
and thankful as I do.

 

With the Scent of Woodsmoke

 

With the scent of woodsmoke drifting on the air,

And the glow of firelight we always love to share,

Visions of campfires all return,

And as the logs flame up and burn,

We dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.

 

Tongues of yellow fire flickering up on high,

Reaching twisting fingers up to a starlit sky,

Voices recall songs old and new,

Songs once dear to our fathers too,

Who dreamed of bygone campfires and longed for those to come.

 

Gently dying embers cast a rosy glow,

Voices slowly sinking to tones so soft and low,

Slowly upon the still night air,

Fall faithful voices hushed in prayer,

That dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.

 

 

Taps

 

Day is done, Gone the sun,

From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.

All is well, Safely rest.  God is nigh.