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Ode to the Kudu Horn

When you blow upon this horn
On this day and on next morn,
Your joyful noises will be heard,
By Antelopes all in a herd,
By busy Beavers and Eagles that soar,
By grazing Buffaloes and Bears that snore,
By Foxes, Bobwhites, Owls and more,
By Wolves and Crows by the score.

When you blow upon this horn
On this day and on next morn,
Your joyful noises will resound
The notes will travel Alpine bound
To Troop 1 members on the run
And to the staff who just love fun.

When you blow upon this horn
On this day and on next morn,
Your joyful noises will surly call
The Troop and Staff to Gilwell, all.
There they'll stand on twos and fours
Flapping, slapping, and pawing for more.

When you blow upon this horn
On this day and on next morn
A tradition born on Brownsea Isle
Will be repeated with a smile,
And Baden Powell will seal our fate
And Bless WE 3-55-98.