MRS. PAMELA DIFFORD
1963 - THE CHIEF IS COMING
The Chief, the Chief is really coming
To this Southern mining town.
For weeks the Guide folk have been planning,
Rallies, lunches, up and down.
The Chief, the Chief is really coming,
Invitations - presentations, all must be done,
Guides, Scouters, Local Officials,
Must be included - every one.
The Chief, the Chief is really coming,
Our own beloved 'Lady B-P'.
Guides, Scouts, Cubs, Brownies rose so early,
To ensure they were really as smart as can be.
The Chief, the Chief is really coming.
The "Great Day" has arrived - At last.
Flurry, hurry to the venue
All is ready for a grand march past.
The Chief, the Chief is really coming,
How smart the children on parade,
Cameras snap - fond Mothers smile.
Long will it be 'ere this memory shall fade.
The Chief, the Chief is really coming,
The crowd's chatter drops to just a hum.
Slowly, seriously, young Guides entering
See the Colour Party come.
The Chief, the Chief has really come here.
All eyes watching, break the Colour
Give a sharp tug - hope it’s the right way
What's this tumbling, tumbling downwards
Oh: Horror!
The Chief, the Chief, she was so tactful,
Whispers to the Colour Party "Carry on, carry on,
Put the flag on your shoulder -
We'll put it back later
The rope was too old; it has been there too long."
The Chief, the Chief, it’s long since she attended
The rally in that small Southern mining town.
But many will always remember her with fondness
On the day that our World Flag came tumbling down!
Mrs. Pamela Difford
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