A rite of passage For both children and parents One of the ways we feel the passing currents Of time and of generations these moments presage
Growing up So she’s out the door Down the road on a mission
And we reach out to our friends seeking their commission All this becomes ancient lore Hoping it’s enough
And she gets the message Without undergoing overmuch torment Or maybe she’ll have fun peddling the Girl Scout cookies but either way parents Proud of her courage
The Scots under Wallace Were spotted in the wood near Falkirk awaiting the English Edward was trampled by his horse but despite two broken ribs Mounted this same steed ready to see who would live
The Scots arrayed themselves on the slope Prepared to meet the foe English cavalry overran the Scots archers Then history turned on astonishing departures
And in our most hallowed halls is where he is found Fighting with passion loving his land Under loads that would strike many down Always he’s given more than duty demands At the powerful it’s fun he pokes Including himself to our delight Never far from a smile or a light hearted joke Even when it’s for his death his enemies hoped