Cub With No Gear

It’s a long way to go to old Gilwell Park
When it’s cold and it’s wet and incredibly dark
But for a world weary leader there’s only one thing to fear
When you’re stuck up at Gilwell with the Cub With No Gear

You’ve been to the Gauntlet in hard driving rain
You’ve broken two ribs and you’re in terrible pain
But with no coat or no blanket, no clean underwear
You’re the leaders’ worst nightmare, the Cub With No Gear

You fell in the Lochan and off Council Rock
You’ve got hypothermia and you’ve gone into shock
Akela says “go and get some clean clothes my dear”
But you’re stuck here at Gilwell and you’re the Cub With No Gear

You eat with your fingers from other Cubs’ bowls
You wear borrowed t-shirts with twelve inch wide holes
You’ve got someone else’s tracky dacks with a split in the rear
A disgrace to your pack, you’re the Cub With No Gear