God created the world out of his dreams
Of magic mountains, oceans and streams
Prairies and plains, and wooded land
Then paused in thought, I need someone to stand
On top of a mountain, to conquer the seas
Explore the plain, and climb the trees
Someone to start out small, and grow sturdy and strong
Like a tree and so, he created boys
Full of spirit and fun
To explore and conquer, to romp and run
With dirty faces and banged up chins
With courageous hearts and boyish grins
When he completed the task he begun
He smiled and said, That's a job well done
