Among the things I sang:

In the camp songs workshop:
"Yogi Bear" (learned from Dan Schatz, with lyrics too racy for me to feel comfortable posting them here)

"Father Abraham"

Father Abraham had seven sons
Seven sons had Father Abraham
And they never laughed
And they never cried
All they did was go like this:
[repeat ad nauseam, each time cumulatively adding in a motion until every verse is an aerobic exercise on steroids]

In the Mudcat Cafe:
the beginning of "Fires Are Burning," my translation of the trad. Russian Gor'at Gor'at Pozhary

"FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD" (the miner's protest variant of the hymn; words by Joan Boyd.)

Someplace I can't remember:
my song about Bill and Monica et al, parodying "The Two Magicians"

'Tis whispered in the kitchens
'Tis whispered in the halls
The President's in the Oval Office
Havin' himself a ball

And it's Hide, Willie, Hide
Though the press you can't abide
We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop
And we'll take away your pride.

The "friend"--well we could quibble
She taped the intern's babble
And consensual stuff is quite enough
When the press riles up the rabble

And it's Hide, Linda, Hide
Though the press you can't abide
We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop
And we'll take away your pride.

The prosecutor's crew
Has a lot they must sort through
But I'll bet you a dollar that they'll all holler
If we look at their lives, too

And it's Hide, Kenneth, Hide
Though the press you can't abide
We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop
And we'll take away your pride.

And Congress, by and by
Impeachment has to try
Better not throw stones 'cause they're not alone
They've done it themselves on the sly

And it's Hide, Henry Hyde
Though the press you can't abide
We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop
And we'll take away your pride.

And it's Hide, people, Hide
Though the press you can't abide
We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop
And we'll take away your pride.
^^

(c) Charles Baum
This was written in February of 1998, before most of the events happened, as a short shelf-life song that just lasted longer than I thought possible.

--Charlie Baum