I joined the boy scouts with my twin
For merit badges I thought I could win
Tying knots, could barely tie my shoes
That badge thing, it was no boat cruise
Weekends away, learning to light a fire
Trying to get it lit, frustrated I prespire
All thumbs me, couldn't produce a flame
At lighting a camp fire, I was pretty lame
Using a compass to find east and west
I failed there also, is there an easier test
Folding the flag, surely I could do that
Not quite mastering it, I felt such a prat
Attempting other things, failing them all
After all that failure, I felt six inches tall
Que Sera Sera, whatever will be will be
No badge for making, a mean cup of tea
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