Here are the words to a favorite song of Troop 175 is this tongue twister of a song usually led by Mr. Mead on his guitar.
One hen;
two ducks;
three squawking geese;
four Limerick oysters;
five corpulent porpoises;
six pairs of Don Alversos tweezers;
7,000 Macedonians in full battle array;
eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt;
nine apathetic, sympathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity toward procrastination and sloth;
10 lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep who hall stall around the corner of the quo of the quay of the quivery, all at the same time.
