Our troop set sail on the sea one day,

In search of coins of gold.

A group of hearty Boy Scouts

With leaders true and bold.



The weather started getting rough.

The tiny ship was tossed.

If not for the courage of our Scoutmaster,

The whole troop would be lost.



Our boat touched ground on a rocky isle.

And, up walked an old, old man.

He tossed a towel to dry us off.

And, he raised high is right hand.



He said, "You're a sharp troop of Boy Scouts.

Your courage's brave and sure

To sail out to see like this

For a scouting adventure."



He gave us directions to get home.

We set sail with good cheer.

We reached home with the setting sun,

And tied up to the pier.



We looked in the bottom of the boat

To see the old man's towel.

His name was stitched along the hem.

His name was Baden--Powell.