So What
The girl-scouts came out giddy with joy
And proceeded to hang their birdy-house upon a lowly branch.
Two moments flashed a pausing void
And the scouts went in for lemonade passing the work of hands.
One followed after another; the door was opened by their brother
And when he saw them motion their thirst, he kissed them on the head.
He gave them their lovely lemonade and stood ready to pour another
And told them all his love for them and gave them each a badge of red.
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