scouts, trek, lonesome, trails
another group of hard words...


The trek is long and the scouts are few
Started out with twenty, now there's only two
Scouring lonesome trails, briar underfoot
Looking for a spot to rest, to even stay put
One crying, "Momma," tears falling fast
The other thinking, "Dummy, I knew he wouldn't last"
Where had the others gone, the other eighteen scouts
They stayed at the campsite, eating bread and trout

alone, try, won, fail