I dug out an old Girl Scout camp song book when I was reorganizing my closet the other day and I just thought I’d share with you how perfectly NOT SWEET we Girl Scouts are. These are songs we sung daily. I can still sing a good portion of them by heart.
First up we have “Ain’t Gonna Rain No More” which includes the death of a hobo, a peanut that commits suicide, and a girl eating her pet among other things:
Next we have “Camp Life” where someone gets killed by a potato (at camp!):
Then we’ve got “Clementine” which is a guy singing about his dead lover and how he could’ve saved her but didn’t and eventually fell in love with her sister:
Next is the delightful “Ghost Chickens in the Sky” where a farmer gets attacked and killed by a bunch of ghostly chickens he killed seemingly for KFC. The chickens then cook and eat him as if he were a chicken:
And finally we have “The Irish Ballad” about a girl who kills her whole family in generally horrid ways including eventually cooking and eating her baby brother:
So. You know. We may look cute with our little wagons and cookies and little green vests, but we’re dark little fuckers once you get us in a bunch and leave us in the wilderness for a bit.