The Girley Scout Song

Steve was to teach a bunch of camping girl scouts how to fish today. Unfortunately, the camping part got canceled last night when storms rolled through, so there were no girl scouts today to teach. However, just the mention got me thinking about my years in scouts and my time as a troop leader of one very reluctant Brownie. I'm sure a lot of things stuck with me from all those years, stuff I can't exactly recall but have adopted as part of the code of how I live my life. There is one thing, however, that's indelibly etched in my brain, not only because it's a song, but because of the mischief imbued in every line (in contrast to all those lessons).

I can't write down music, but I can write down lyrics, and it's almost as enjoyable that way. If you can dig up the tune, it's a great giggly campfire song. I'd love to know who wrote it for proper attribution, and if anybody knows, please let me know. It goes, to the best of my memory, as follows:

Oh, I wish I were a little marshmallow, marshmallow.
Oh, I wish I were a little marshmallow, marshmallow.
I'd be sticky sticky sticky
And make everybody icky.
Oh, I wish I were a little marshmallow, marshmallow.

Oh, I wish I were a little sip of Coke, sip of Coke.
(Repeat)
I'd go down with a slurp
And come up with a burp!
Oh, I wish I were a little sip of Coke, sip of Coke.

Oh, I wish I were a little slice of orange, slice of orange.
(Repeat)
I'd go squirty squirty squirty
Over everybody's shirty.
Oh, I wish I were a little slice of orange, slice of orange.

Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap, bar of soap.
(Repeat)
I'd go slidey slidey slidey
Over everybody's hidey.
Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap, bar of soap.

Oh, I wish I were a little mosquito, mosquito.
(Repeat)
I'd go bitey bitey bitey
Under everybody's nighty.
Oh, I wish I were a little mosquito, mosquito.

Oh, I wish I were a little Girley Scout, Girley Scout.
(Repeat)
I'd go trampy trampy trampy
To the Boy Scout Campy.
Oh, I wish I were a little Girley Scout, Girley Scout!