Shipwrecked Cub Scouts
(Tune: Gilligan’s Island Theme)

Our pack set sail on the sea one day,
In search of coins of gold.
A group of hearty Cub Scouts,
And leaders true and bold.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of our Cubmaster,
The whole pack would be lost.
Our boat touched ground on a rocky isle
And up walked a tall old man.
He tossed a towel to dry us off,
And raised high his right hand.
He said, “You’re a sharp pack of Cub Scouts,
Your courage brave and sure,
To sail out on a sea like this
On a Scouting adventure.”
He gave directions to get home.
We set sail with good cheer.
We reached home with the setting sun,
And tied up to the pier.
We looked in the bottom of the boat
And saw the old man’s towel.
His name was stitched along the hem,
The name was Baden-Powell.