Boy Scout Camp Fires

When I was a young lad I was a boy scout We went once a month On a camping trip With our father Coming along. Once we went On a camping trip Along Stinson beach In Marin County. We had a campfire On the beach A real bonfire Welcomed In the chilly night air Fond memories Of being a boy scout 50 years later. I am proud That I was a boy scout In some quarters In the hyper-liberal bay area, Of the late 60s and 70s Boy scouts were denounced As being nothing But training camps For the fascist overlords Of the universe. But I disagree And am glad I was a boy scout. Always regrated Never becoming An eagle scouts.