Cub Scouts Are Strange

Cub Scouts are homely, 

they’re mouths are all foamy,

Eat bugs with spumoni, 

they’re gross and they’re strange.

Cubs are unholy, they squish rolly polys

They smell of Stromboli, 

they’re mostly insane.

Oh they’re strange,

Put a pet snake down your drain

They’re so strange

Smear your new carpet with stains.

They’re so strange,

They’re so strange.

They pull up your roses, 

stuff beans in their noses,

Eat dirt from their toe’ses, 

they’re so  strange.

Lacking in culture, 

eat like sick vultures,

Gave Mom her ulcer, 

man are they strange.

They’re insane,

Streaking around in the rain,

Oh they’re strange,

Cartoons infected their brain,

Alone in a cave like Hussein.

They’re so strange.

They’re so strange 

Don’t care how they appear,

You ever looked in their ears?

They only bathe once  a year.

They’re so strange,

They’re so strange