Cookies, Cookies
Listen while we sing to you!
Cookies, Cookies
You’re a part of Camp Fire too!
Anyone can make a bed,
Anyone can sweep.
But it takes our cookies to make us things to eat
So, cookies, cookies!
Listen while we sing to you.
We thank you very kindly for the good, good food.
Oh, we thank you very kindly for the good, good food.
Yeah, we thank you very kindly for the good, good food.
We thank you very kindly for the good, good, food!
Oh, the big red letters stand for the Jell-O family.
Oh, the big red letters stand for the Jell-O family.
It’s Jell-O! yum, yum, yum
Jell-O pudding! yum, yum, yum
Jell-O tapioca!
Better try all three!
(Chorus) Oh they call it that good old mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few (mighty few)
I’ll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew
My brother Bill
Has a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two
The buzzards in the sky
Got so drunk they cannot fly
Just from sipping that good old mountain dew
(Chorus)
My brother Mort
He’s sawed off and short
Stands about four foot two
But he thinks he’s a giant
When you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew
(Chorus)
We’re mourning for Fred
We took him for dead,
Said that he couldn’t pull through.
But he came back to life
When we traded his wife
For a pint of that good old mountain dew.
(Chorus)
Go we forth from our council fire
Into the night, into the night.
In our hearts renewed desire
Burning bright, burning bright.
Loveliness of thought we’ve found,
warmth and friendship’s love.
Forest stillness closes ’round
Sky and stars above.
Blend into the mystic call
Wo-He-Lo, Wo-He-Lo.
May Wokanda’s blessing fall
upon us as we go.
We come, we come to our council fire
with measured tread and slow
To light the fire of our desire
To light the fire of Wo-He-Lo.
Wo-He-Lo, Wo-He-Lo.
The little twinkling stars on high
Are whispering nature’s lore,
While all around us the soft winds sigh
And Great Wokanda watches o’er.
Wo-He-Lo, Wo-He-Lo.
Riggety jig and away we go,
Away we go, away we go.
Riggety jig and away we go,
Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho!
We were starved as starved could be,
And now we’ve had too much to eat,
So riggety jig and away we go,
Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho!
*sung in Teal after a meal, and continued until outside*
Way up in the sky
the little birds fly
way down in the nest,
the little birds rest.
With a wing on the left
And a wing on the right
The little birds sleep
All thru the night
SHHH!! (quiet)
They’re sleeping (really loud)
The bright sun comes up,
the dew falls away,
“Good morning, good morning!”
the little birds say.
Down in the valley,
There is a mission,
Down by the old oak tree.
Down by the mission,
There is a fountain,
Where my love told me:
There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight ‘til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.
I met a stranger,
His name was Danger,
We rode side by side.
Way down in Santa Fe,
I killed a man they say
Danger told me, “Ride!”
There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight ‘til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.
Now if I return,
They will hang me,
By the old oak tree,
Down by the mission,
Down by the fountain,
Where my love told me:
There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight ‘til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.
Liz King, a former camper, found this site recently and sent along this group photo from 1971. Here’s the accompanying e-mail note:
“Hi Carri,
Here is my 1971 group photo from Blue Bird Lodge. I am top row, far right. I think I went to Kilowan 5 years in a row and received my 5 year tie….I know I carry many wonderful memories from those years. Finding your web site made me so nostalgic….had been thinking about Kilowan and googled it just for a lark. Very very wonderful….
cheers,
Liz King”
Thanks for the photo Liz! And thanks for the kind words!
~Larken
Oh, the Lord is good to me
And so I thank the Lord
For giving me the things I need
The sun and the rain and the apple seed.
The Lord is good to me.
Here am I,
Clear blue sky,
Doing as I please
Humming with my feathered friends,
Buzzing with the bees
Every seed I sew
Will grow into a tree,
And one day there’ll be apples there,
For everyone in the world to share.
The Lord is good to me.
….
We spent last weekend pressing apples for cider and as we picked, halved, and pressed apples this grace came to mind. I’m certainly thankful for the sun and the rain and the apple seeds that resulted in our gallons and gallons of apple juice. It was a moment that reminded me once again that Kilowan is in my heart. Although of course I’ve never picked apples at Kilowan, something as simple as this song can make me thankful for my time spent there. -Larken
