I was on a Winter Camp with the scouts this past Friday night and the following came into my mind without so much as asking leave:

I've been a Scoutmaster for many a year
I spend all me money on new camping gear
I go to some campground and I set up me tent
But when I go camping I can't pay the rent

Chorus: I'm a rambler, I'm a rover, I'm a long way from home
, My wife and my children, why I scarce even know 'em
, I put up with antics that make me ask why
, But if Scouting don't kill me I'll live 'til I die

I go to some campground in this coun-ter-ree,
Ten Scouts and their gear all stashed in my Chev-vee,
They run 'round like crazy, 'til I pull out my hair,
Oh, if only that one could be et by a bear!