Cub Scout Skits

I have applied for many jobs over the last few weeks and have had a few interviews.  I still don't have a job.  However, I have been keeping busy by volunteering at Cub Scout camps.  I taught knots and leather work one week.  Another week I was the archery range master.  Next week I'll be range master again.  All the camps in out council have a safari theme this year.  So, for next weeks camp I wrote or modified some skits to fit the theme.  Here they are.

Berry Pie

On Saturday morning I went to the farmers market and bought 3 pints of black berries.   By the time I opened the bag that evening they were beginning to be moldy.  But I'd already made my crust and needed a filling.  So, last night I went to the grocery store and bought frozen black berries.  Today I made the pie.  Here is my recipe.

Ingredients
2 pints black berries (fresh or frozen)
3/4 cup granulated white sugar
1/2 cup all purpose flour
1 bottom pie crust (I use a basic 321 pastry recipe with a little sugar added)
1 top pie crust
2 tablespoons milk
Juice of 1/4 lemon

Directions
Pre-heat oven to 425
Mix 1/2 cup sugar with 1/2 cup flour and 3 1/2 cups of berries.  This is the filing.  Put the filling in the bottom pie crust.  Add the remainder of the berries.  Sprinkle with lemon juice.  Put top crust on and pinch closed around the edge. Cut some vents in the top crust to let the steam out.  Brush the top with milk.  Sprinkle with sugar.  Bake in the 425 F oven for 15 minutes then reduce heat to 375 F and bake until the filling bubbles and the top crust is light brown, about 20 minutes.  Cool on wire rack before eating.

We look for the resurrection of the dead and life of the age to come.

We are all traveling in the footsteps of those who come before.
And we'll all be reunited on that new sun-lit shore

Oh, when the Saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marcing in
O Lord, I want to be in that number when the Saints go marching in

And when the sun refuses to shine
When the sun refuses to shine
O Lord, how I want to be in that number when the Saints go marching in

Oh, when the Saints go marching in

Oh, when the saints go marching in

O Lord, I want to be there on that morning when the Saints go marching in

When the trumpet sounds its call

When the trumpet sounds its call

Oh, I want to be in that number when the trumpet souds its call

Oh, when the Saints go marching in

Oh, when the saints go marching in

Lord, oh, I want to be in that number

Oh, when the Saints go marching in

Now some say 

some say this world of trouble 

is the only world we'll ever see

But I wait for that morning when the new world is revealed

Oh, when the new world is revealed

Oh, when the new world is revealed

Lord, How I want to be there on that morning when the new world is reveald

When the Saints go marching in

Oh, when the Saints go marching in

Lord, how I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

Oh, when the Saints go marching in

Oh, when the saints go marching in

Lord, oh, I want to be in that number

Oh, when the Saints go marching in