Was my Brownie gang
And our hand signal was: palms clasped, finger-wings
We sold cookies like this:
Mister do you want 20 boxes?
Mister stop touching me inappropriately!
I got a badge in fire and one in kicking.
Brownies taught me to smoke then
the Brown Owl said You’re wasting my
I got a badge in needles and cooking
We wore brown bags with slits
and beat up Cubs
I got a badge in beating up Cubs
But when the Elves made that murder
I got a badge in quitting.
Tina was my friend
It wasn’t right what they did
They mailed me her hair
and a badge in Shutup
I sewed them all on my coat
where they sent us
We did tattoos with pocket
knives and ballpoint pens
TEENA I wrote
That’s beautiful the Girl Guide said
All perverted: she was prettier
than Valerie Bertinelli.