Monday, November 19, 2007

My years of scouting are coming to a close. Rather sad.

I dedicate this song, to the 01 scouts, who will probably be the only ones who understand it. Original lyrics found here

12 days of Camping ~ (sung to 12 days of Christmas)


On the first day of SUTC, STLs gave to me,

Push-ups for every bent knee.


On the second day of SUTC, the QMs gave to me,

Two cooking stoves,

and the cooks poisoned the trainees.


On the third day of SUTC, Mojojo-Ho gave to me,

Three (thousand) arm bends,

two sore hands,

and camp-times issues 3.


And on the first day of AC, AC prep gave to me,

four rotting shirts,

three dead pants,

two blistered hands,

and a whole lot of in-ju-ries.


On the second day of AC, the cookers gave to me,

FOOD POISONING,

four charcoal pills,

three crap meals,

two rusty stoves,

and s*** that seemed like p**.


On the third day of AC, patrol funds gave to me,

six bucks a spending,

FIVE COLD-ENED DRINKS,

for moralising,

three F&Ns,

two cola cans,

plus a jug of ice lemon tea.


On the fourth day of AC, pioneering gave to me,

seven knots a-tying,

six guys a-knotting,

FIVE BALLS OF STRING,

four broken limbs,

three OTTNs,

two shredded gloves,

and our structure collapsed on me.


On the fifth day of AC, the J1s gave to me,

night food a trailing,

FOL exploding,

campfire's burning,

SKILL-O-RAMA,

pa-trol cooking,

cross country,

auctioning house,

and a pepsi buying spree.


And on the first day of GTC, scout language gave to me,

Hiok Ciou a knotting,

Leonard a dotting,

Teeyong a foaming

Arnie a owning,

Eujin some bombing,

ROYCE YAP ZE ZONG,

chin yang's a dude,

fern's tan huan,

KX is ser,

and I swear quak said oh please.


And on the second day of GTC, Quak Wenyu gave to me,

beep beepbeep beepbeep,

beep beep beep beepbeep,

beepbeep beep beep beepbeep,

beep beep beep beepbeep,

BEEP BEEPBEEP BEEP,

beep beepbeep beep,

beep beep beep,

beep beepbeep beep,

and an arnie smiled in glee


And on the third day of GTC, the hiking gave to me,

eleven blisters dicing,

ten J1s sighing,

nine patrols dying,

eight hours hiking,

seven hours frying,

six feet a crying,

FIVE ITCHY STINGS,

four muscles dead,

three thighs bled,

two rotten toes,

and a love for maggie mee.


And on the last day of GTC, scouting's given to me,

twelve camps of foaming,

eleven months of owning,

ten hikes a roaming,

nine years of knotting,

eight years of dotting,

seven nights a calling,

six towers falling,

FIVE SONGS TO SING,

four campfires,

three squared friends (3^2) ,

two the end,

and a diminished vocabulary.


The End.


sigh.


I don't know but I've been told...

tata.




P.S. This was booomb hard to write. Tried to keep as closely to the rhyming of the original song. Ah well. One can try.

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