Okay, so my new church job is cubmaster.  Imagine that,  a 65 year old cubmaster. I guess you just get better as you get older.  I'm sure it's good for the boys' egos - they can beat me at anything.  But then, Joseph is now a cub scout, and it gives me some time with him.  I'm sure that had something to do with it.  Anyway, I'm thinking up things to do at the Blue and Gold banquet next week.  I've written a little song to the tune of "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean."  Here goes:

My cubmaster's lost in the mountains
My cubmaster's lost in the trees
My cubmaster's lost in my back yard
Bring back my cubmaster to me

Bring back, bring back
Bring back my cubmaster to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my cubmaster to me

My den leader doesn't like spiders
My den leader doesn't like bees
I brought her a worm for her birthday
Bring back my den leader to me

Bring back, bring back
Bring back my den leader to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my den leader to me

A cub scout will always eat candy
He'll even eat crackers and cheese
But if you serve spinach for breakfast
That cub scout you never will see

Bring back, bring back
Bring back that cub scout to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back
Bring back that cub scout to me