The
out of door boy is the fellow for me,
Who
finds a companion in Mountain and Sea;
Who
likes to go camping, who likes to be near
His
good mother Nature all through the long year.
Who
never complains when a rough spot is met,
Whose
flag at the masthead of honor is set;
Who’s
strong in his labor, who’s strong in his play,
Who
has an ambition to better each day.
The
boy who loves Nature loves all that she lends,
And
with all creatures living is bound to be friends;
He
may be a huntsman or a fisher, and still
Be
Prince of the river and King of the hill.
The
out of door boy is the fellow for me,
Who
betters his pastimes whatever they be;
May
he grow in his numbers till every boy
Is
an out of door scholar, partaking in joy.
July
27, 1904
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