“All right, since you insist,” said Roy, taking Tom’s flashlight so he could read the immortal lines. “Here goes—one—two—three!
“Rag scouts, wooden scouts,
Thin heads and thick,
Honor scouts, young sprouts—
Just take your pick.
“Scouts without scout suits,
Shirts full of holes,
Silver Foxes—they’re the beauts!
Scouts without patrols.
“Youth scouts, sleuth scouts,