TROOP 87'S EAGLE'S NEST

Ballad of an Eagle Scout

by Mike Reichart

Hiking Scouts go marching by,
Cheerful boys who laugh and cry,
Boys who mean just what they say,
Make them Eagles all some day.

Silver wings upon their chests,
These are boys, America's best,
One hundred boys will join the troop,
But only three in the Eagle group.

Trained to live off nature's land,
Taught to build, and lend a hand,
Boys who learn by nature's call,
Courage from the Oath and Law.

Silver wings upon their chests,
These are boys, America's best,
One hundred boys will join the troop,
But only three in the Eagle group.

Back at home a young mom waits,
Her Scout is set to review his fate,
He has just to pass this test,
Leaving her this one request:

Put silver wings on my son's chest,
Make him one of America's best,
He'll be a man they'll test him out,
Have him be an Eagle Scout.