I was a boy scout
I was a boy scout.
We had these obnoxious scout leaders who came up with a foolproof technique for waking up teenage boys who had been up all night playing Dungeons and Dragons, ninja stick-fighting and drinking bug juice. They would sing morning glory as loud and off-key as they possibly could (with lots of fake vibrato and voice modulation) until we finally couldn't stand it and got up at seven o' clock in the damn morning. There was no escape.
Included for your enjoyment is the song lyrics. Actually quite nice, but I will never be able to seperate them from their butchery:
Oh what a beautiful morning glory,
Dressed and caressed by the dew.
Oh what a beautiful morning glory,
Good morning glory, to you.