What a Hullabaloo!

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Four Paws of Claws

The gang were all packed up and walking down short street
In trousers that stopped at the top of a short knee
And entered the scout hut where big crowd was waiting
With cheeks red as rhubarb and nearly all shaking

The scout hut was colder than bare foot in winter
And smelt like the whole thing was made from a slipper
And as we walked over the boss one was counting
The tent bags and tent poles and pegs for tent grounding

Now this one had big beard and no hair on head top
And voice that was deeper than horn to make boat stop
And legs that you'd find joining feet to a pigeon
With high socks that ballcock-shaped knee couldn't fit in

The gang knew they'd have to be careful with this one
For spy in the Air Force he'd done before this job
And told us he knew every trick, joke or caper
That small lad could think up or work out on paper

So there we stood waiting for boss one and sidekick
To check every tent bag and bent peg inside it
For broke bits and live things that may have quick crept in
To make a nice nest out of things that we slept in