The weeks went by, you asked again
She still had no craft to show.
Then you began to wonder,
Why didn't they glue or sew?

For after all, it's dues each week,
And driving here and there.
The uniform, permission slips
And cookie sale to share!

Ah... but she brought home much better things
That no glue or craft could make
If only to lend a helping hand
When needed for someone's sake.

It's the caring, sharing, learning, growing
The Golden Rule is our thumb
For she'll be the one with the helping hand
In the future years to come!

You see, although we think of Scouting now,
It really isn't "today"!!
It's the Scouting for tomorrow
And to help them explore a new way.

So when she comes home the next time, please
You can rest with a brand new start
For the craft that she's brought home today
Is molded in her heart