The Scout Master's Song

Dear Mr and Mrs Smith I must apologize For the state in which your Timmy's returned No doubt a true surprise Our camping trip was meant to be a time of joy and fun But everything that could go wrong Went wrong for everyone It started with the weather as we pitched our tents a team The sky turned dark and stormy the likes I've never seen A flash of lightning thunder roared the rain began to pour Our campsite turned into a lake we floated to the shore The next day we went hiking map and compass in my hand Alas the trail eluded us and things got out of hand We stumbled into bear tracks and before we could retreat A grizzly came out of the woods and chased us up a tree! Undeterred we tried some fishing down by the peaceful stream With hooks and lines and cheerful hearts we sought the angler's dream But poor young Timmy cast his line with not a trace of fear And somehow managed quite a feat he hooked it in his ear! Returning to our campsite hoping all would now be well We wandered through some ivy leaves and soon began to swell The itching and the scratching were just the start I fear For then a swarm of wasps attacked and stung us ear to rear! On our final night a campfire seemed the perfect end To share our tales and sing our songs to laugh and make amends But ghostly stories spooked the lads and shadows caused a fright The boys all screamed and clung to me throughout the eerie night So Mr and Mrs Smith as you can plainly see The camping trip was quite a mess and filled with misery But Timmy showed true bravery amidst the trying trials Lesson for a boy his age to last the many miles So here's a toast to Timmy and all the scouts so bold For facing every challenge through the wet the wild the cold We'll try again next summer with lessons learned you bet And hope our next adventures contain no regret!