This Song is meant for Cub Scouts.
Decide for yourself if it is appropriate for your younger scouts or not.

I have a dear old daddy
For whom I nightly pray,
He has a set of whiskers,
They're always in the way.

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They're always in the way,
The cows eat them for hay,
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt,
They're always in the way.

Around the supper table,
We make a happy group,
Until dear father's whiskers,
Get tangled in the soup.
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Father had a strong back,
But now it's all caved in,
He stepped upon his whiskers,
And walked up to his chin.
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We have a dear old mother,
With him at night she sleeps,
She wakes up in the morning,
Eating shredded wheat.
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We have a dear old Mommy,
She likes his whiskers, too.
She uses them for cleaning
And stirring up a stew.
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We have a dear old brother
Who has a Ford machine.
He uses Daddy's whiskers
To strain the gasoline.
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We have a dear old sister.
It really is a laugh.
She sprinkles Daddy's whiskers
As bath salts in her bath.
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We have a little brother,
His name is Sonny Jim.
He climbs up daddy's whiskers
To sock him in the chin
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We have a little sister,
Her name is Mary Anne.
She uses daddy's whiskers
To wipe the frying pan.
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We have another sister,
Her name is Ida Mae.
She climbs up Daddy's whiskers
And braids them every day.
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Daddy fought in Flanders,
He wasn't killed, you see:
His whiskers looked like bushes
And fooled the enemy.
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When Daddy goes in swimming,
No bathing suit for him.
He ties his whiskers 'round his waist
And happily jumps in.
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Daddy went out sailing,
The wind blew down the mast.
He hoisted up his whiskers
And never went so fast.
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Daddy was in a tavern;
He likes his lager beer.
He pinned a pretzel to his nose
And kept his whiskers clear.
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