I went waltzing into a candy store, and picked up a five cent chocolate bar and laid down a nickel and kept going in and out around the ice cream tables. All the people in there started laughing. One girl spilled a glass of root beer that she was drinking. All of us fellows had small change, we never have any large change, so nothing happened to block the parade.
Out I went again with all of them after me, holding the chocolate bar in my mouth. I took one bite of it and threw it in the trash can. I heard Hervey do the same, then Bert, and I knew Garry and Warde could be trusted.
“Keep your eye on Pee-wee,” I said.
“A scout isn’t supposed to waste anything,” the kid shouted, his mouth full of chocolate.
“None of that,” I shouted back. “How many bites did you take? Throw it away!”
“I took—I took one bite—in two sections,” the kid said.
“Come on,” I shouted.
Don’t quit or complain at the stunts that he shows,
Don’t ask to go home if it rains or it blows;
Don’t start to ask questions, or hint, or propose,