Skip Navigation

Realtime Content, Fun Stuff!

Cacher Carols

Mon, Dec 08, 2008

Whacked Carols For The GeoTrails!

The Nebraskache forums had a contest to come up with “caching” carols. The names mentioned are specific to our local group but feel free to substitute others you know for your singing (or needling) pleasure. The following are Vic’s submissions. 

Sioneva, the Red-Haired Cacher   (Rudolph, The Red Nosed Reindeer)

You know Neva and bosac
And boobear and roper,
kryptos and cachephrase
And mohjoe and jynjur.
But do you recall
The most famous cacher of all?

Sioneva the red-haired cacher
wearing her hiking clothes
And if you ever spy her
with the garmin off she goes
All of the other cachers
Used to mispronounce her name
Once they ever met poor Sioneva
They were never quite the same

Then one foggy moonless Eve
Twinstar came to say
Sioneva with your hair so bright
Won't you find my cache tonight?
Then all the cachers loved her
And they shouted out with glee
"Sioneva the red-haired cacher
You'll go down in history!"

 

 

Waylaid in a Cornfield   (Away in a Manger)

Waylaid in a cornfield, no stalks o'er his head
the sneaky old cacher looks down as he read.
Satellites in the sky beam down where He stay,
The sneaky old cacher, on with out delay.

The winds they are blowing, the coyote awakes,
But sneaky old cacher, no sighting He makes;
I love this geocaching, he says with a sigh
And looks for the micro till morning is nigh.

So near me, ground zero, the corn starts to sway
Close by, my gp-er, don’t lead me astray;
sneaks to the barbed wire as close as he dare,
and sees the nano whose finding is rare.

 

 

We the Sneaks   (We Three Kings)

We the sneaks of Omaha are;
Bearing garmin we travel so far,
Fields and fountains, poles and mountains,
Follow a satellite star.

Refrain:
O cars off shoulders, skirts on lights,
possum giving me such a fright,
Joe is leading, still proceeding,
Guiding us to the perfect site.


Nasty nano is our only bane
look under bleachers, it’s such a pain,
search forever, finding never,
driving us all insane.

refrain:

O cars off shoulders, skirts on lights,
possum giving me such a fright,
Joe is leading, still proceeding,
Guiding us to the perfect site.

 

Let Us Go!   (Let it Snow)

Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the find is so delightful,
And since we've no FTF to show,
Let Us Go! Let us go! Let us go!

Joe doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I've bought some swag for dropping,
our numbers are way down low,
Let us go! Let us go! Let us go!

When we finally hit the site,
How I'll hate falling down in the thorn!
But if I really hold on tight,
only the knees in my pants will be torn.

The batteries are slowly dying,
That’s delphiniums car I’m spying,
It’s under that stump I know,
Let us go! Let us go! Let us go!

 

What Cache Is This?   (What Child is This?)

What Cache is this? Who hid this one?
Our garmin map is leading
to coordinates over yonder creek,
the muggles watch us creeping
This, this is “tongue in cheek”,
Whom opossums guard and crickets sing:
Haste, haste to find it soon,
a noise, someone is coming!

So bring your flashlight, pen, and swag,
your cacher friends to sign it,
The log of kings, elation brings,
Let nimble people find them.
Raise, raise the eyes up high,
We can’t let this one pass us by:
Joy, joy, we found the cache,
a noise, someone is coming!

 

GP-er in Our Hand   (Winter Wonderland)

There’s a cache, everyone listen,
in the hills, ammos glisten
hidden from sight,
We’ll get it tonight,
walking with our gp-er in our hand.

Not today finding tupperware,
cross the creek, only if we dare
coords must be wrong,
it’s taking too long,
walking with our gp-er in our hand.

on the trail we see where all the deer have been,
watching closely as we step around
Vicki’s slowly bringing
up the rear again.
we need to hurry or
the cache is found

It’s the find we desire,
as we wade thru the mire
To find where it’s laid,
With swag we can trade,
walking with our gp-er in our hand.

 

Publisher Note: Woohoo! Great stuff!   Cachers, let us hear yours!

 

 

By catsnfish

catsnfish

A couple of empty-nesters who caught the caching bug not realizing it was incurable. So if we’re found in the woods waltzing with Garmins, lifting lampskirts while tying our shoe or looking for “gum” underneath benches, be sure to stay away... it’s contagious and the only temporary relief can be found in finding bison’s, ammo’s, nano’s, or passing coins and spreading travel bugs!

Publisher's Note: Catsnfish write the periodic column The Adventures of Catsnfish. Subscribe (free) to The Online Geocacher to get an email alert when a new article is published.

Please login to post your comments.