And did those feet in recent times
walk upon Kents mountains green?
And was the great bushcrafter Ray
upon Kents pleasant pastures seen?
And did the fireflash divine
spark forth upon Kents clouded hills?
And was Woodlore founded there
away from dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of finest yew
Bring me my flint knapped with desire
Bring me my hammock! Clouds don't unfold!
Bring me my birch bark for fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my Fine Woodlore knife leave my hand,
Till we have built the sturdiest a-frame here
In Kents green and pleasant land.
Sorry couldn't resist....