A Boy Scout's Patrol Song by Rudyard Kipling


All of you are doubtless aware of the news that the Boy Scouts of America will soon start allowing girls to join the organisation at the Cub Scouts level and will eventually open up the Eagle Scout rank to them as well.

I don't know about you, but that really grinds my gears.

I was once a Cub Scout, and then a Boy Scout. Before I left my troop to move to Australia, I had achieved the rank of Star Scout and, if I had stayed, would have very much liked to achieve the rank of Eagle Scout eventually.

I didn't realise it then, but the Scouts provided me with a calling, a brotherhood, and a sense of purpose. I didn't find anything like it until nearly 20 years later, when I started practicing martial arts and found my second family.

Quite apart from the oxymoronic nature of the decision to let girls into the BOY Scouts, this misguided and astonishingly stupid idea will also help destroy one of the very few remaining ways in which boys can spend valuable time bonding and growing in the company of other boys, and learning how to be men.

For only men can teach boys how to become men. This most noble calling has been subverted and perverted yet again by a morally corrupted society that has no clue what it is doing to the boys who will one day be tasked with its defence.

So let us take a moment to remember what the Scouts ethos really is, and what it really means to be a Scout, as written by the pen of the Poet Laureate of the British Empire:

These are our regulations --
There's just one law for the Scout
And the first and the last, and the present and the past,
And the future and the perfect is "Look out!"
I, thou and he, look out!
We, ye and they, look out!
Though you didn't or you wouldn't
Or you hadn't or you couldn't;
You jolly well must look out!

Look out, when you start for the day
That your kit is packed to your mind;
There is no use going away
With half of it left behind.
Look out that your laces are tight,
And your boots are easy and stout,
Or you'll end with a blister at night.
(Chorus) All Patrols look out!

Look out for the birds of the air,
Look out for the beasts of the field --
They'll tell you how and where
The other side's concealed.
When the blackbird bolts from the copse,
Or the cattle are staring about,
The wise commander stops
And (chorus) All Patrols look out!

Look out when your front is clear,
And you feel you are bound to win.
Look out for your flank and your rear --
That's where surprises begin.
For the rustle that isn't a rat,
For the splash that isn't a trout,
For the boulder that may be a hat
(Chorus) All Patrols look out!

For the innocent knee-high grass,
For the ditch that never tells,
Look out! Look out ere you pass --
And look out for everything else!
A sign mis-read as you run
May turn retreat to a rout --
For all things under the sun
(Chorus) All Patrols look out!

Look out when your temper goes
At the end of a losing game;
When your boots are too tight for your toes;
And you answer and argue and blame.
It's the hardest part of the Low,
But it has to be learnt by the Scout --
For whining and shirking and "jaw"
(Chorus) All Patrols look out!
                          

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