Oh, give us a train or a boat or a plane
That will carry . . . Scouts away
To Paris or Rome, let us wander and roam
And discover new things each day
Relax on a trail, float over the waves all day
Or glide through the clouds, far over the crowds
But be home before five each day
On a broomstick we'll ride, in a rowboat we'll glide
In a rocket we'll go to the moon
And our trip will be fun but soon will be done
Air pockets could end it too soon
Up, up, and away; let us orbit the far distant sun
Or deep on the floor of the sea let's explore
And as . . . Scouts we'll always have fun