Why on earth they would need charm.
Like the very first book you read, That you'll shunt aside, The very first chance you get.
But who would call it cautious?
That will push their fears,
Remembering what was said, On that sad sad night we met. When the door closed on us both, And we met each other's sad sad souls.
But who would call it cautious?
But who would call it cautious?
You are young, and afraid, But you are not all the same, You can glow, and not gloat, You cannot do wrong boy, nay. More from I Was A Cub Scout