02 March 2008

Songs Grandpa Sings by the Campfire

Every summer my family finds time to spend around the fire. We used to have an actual campfire when we went to Raccoon Lake for a weekend trip; then it morphed into a fire in the backyard on the ground; and now it has become a fire in the backyard in a nice little fire pit. (Don't want to ruin the grass anymore I guess). The campfire means three things: everyone wearing grandpa's old flannel shirts, s'mores, and campfire songs. I should mention that my grandparents' house - the party house - is in town. And we sing loud. And there's alchohol.

My grandfather has three songs he sings and we follow along with every time we meet around that campfire, every time we have met for as long as I can remember. And here they are.

Oh, and yeah, the last is absolutely phonetic; I haven't been able to find it online anywhere. Grandpa learned the song in boy scouts (or some equivalent). He was told it was a Native American song. If anyone has heard it, I would love to know the name, proper spelling, origin, etc.

Katy

K-K-K-Katy
Beautiful Katy
You’re the only g-g-g-girl that I adore
When the moon shines
Over the cowshed
I’ll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door

1000 Legged Worm
Said the thousand legged worm
As he gave an awful squirm
Has anybody seen that leg of mine
But if it can’t be found
I guess I’ll hop around
On the other nine hundred ninety nine

Shinaminadinamina
Shine-a-mine-a-dine-a-mine-a goshnik go
Qwik qway a, qwik qway a
Shine-a-mine-a-dine-a-mine-a goshnik go
Qwik qway a, qwik qway a
O Nee Mo Namo
O Shine-a-mine-a goshnik go
O Nee Mo Namo
O Shine-a-mine-a oompa oompa oompa…..

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