These are part of a children's church curriculum. Think of it as drama-based Sunday School. We've got two full years of lessons written, or about 105 lessons at ten pages apiece. It's been a long road.
On the other hand, it provides lots of opportunities to recycle old jokes. I'm certainly not proud:
BB Blue: Somebody call me a cab!
Teacher: Okay, you're a cab.
Then again, the biblical perspective provides fresh new fodder for humor, such as when we're talking about the Ten Lepers and Nutworth thinks it's about ten leopards:
Teacher: No, we're talking about leprosy. Hansen's disease. It starts out as spots on the skin.
Nutworth: Spots?!? That's leopards, all right! It's no wonder nobody wanted 'em around!
Lee and Jackson stepped outside to be greeted by Stuart’s clear tenor.
“We’re the boys who went around McClellan…
“Went around McClellan…”
McGuire hailed the generals from across the yard.
“Went around McClellan…
“We’re the boys who went around McClellan…”
“Bully boys, hey!
“Bully boy, ho!
“Well, he sounds as if he is getting better,” Lee remarked to McGuire as he joined them.
“If you want to have a good time, jine the cavalry!
“Jine the cavalry!
“Jine the cavalry!
“Yes, he is better. I do wish he would choose a different song though. He has been singing that one non-stop for the past hour,” McGuire said shaking his head in mock disgust.
“If you want to catch the Devil…
"If you want to have fun…
"If you want to smell Hell…
“What is his prognosis, Doctor?” Jackson asked.
Jine the cavalry!”
“He is going to be fine. He is very weak though you would not know that by listening to him. He is going to need plenty of bed rest. And bed rest does not mean sitting in a saddle. It means he is lying flat on his back in bed. I do not want those wounds reopening.”
“We’re the boys who crossed the Potomicum…
“Crossed the Potomicum…
“He does have a fine singing voice,” the tone deaf Jackson observed.
“Crossed the Potomicum…
“We’re the boys who crossed the Potomicum…
“Bully boys hey!
“Bully boys ho!”
“If you want to have fun, jine the cavalry!
“Jine the cavalry!” Came the echo from the surrounding tents.
“Jine the cavalry!” Stuart sang back to them.
“If you want to catch the Devil…
“If you want to have fun…
“If you want to smell Hell…
“Jine the cavalry!” Lee sang joining in on the fun.
“Can we see him? Jackson asked Doctor McGuire.
“Please do, then perhaps he will hush.”
Stuart was winding up for the third verse when they entered the small tent.
“Are we interrupting?” Lee asked.
“I am so very glad to see you. You have saved me from my boredom. I do not know if I can lie still as Doctor McGuire has ordered me to. I do not think it is in my nature,” He was still very pale and did not have strength to do more than complain about his plight.
“Well, you gave us quite a fright, so I must insist that you listen very carefully to Doctor McGuire and do everything he says, even if it is against your nature,” Lee gently rebuked him.
“But no one comes to see me!”
“That simply is not true,” McGuire said coming into the tent. He bore a small tray containing a vial of medicine and a glass of water. “Why just last night Major von Borcke and Sam Sweeney entertained us to all hours of the evening. You had yourself quite a little hootenanny, which kept many of the patients up well past their bedtimes. General Pickett has come to see you and so have General Early and General Pender. General Hill has sent three runners asking about your condition. So, take your medicine and stop your complaining.”
“More medicine,” He grumbled but he dutifully drank it. He grimaced like a schoolboy at its taste.
“Now, be a good patient,” McGuire implored. “And no more singing!”
“He is just jealous of my fine singing voice,” Stuart quipped as McGuire left the tent. McGuire’s laughter could be heard as he walked away.