Rockets and Races

Rockets and races; Sputniks and spaces,
That is the world we know.
Speed is our master; faster, faster,
That is the way things go.

Yet we remember how in September
Just 50 years ago,
Girls in their pigtails gate crashed gaily
Into the boys' own show.

And so the Guides go swinging along,
Still young and strong
And we can't imagine how they got on without us
Now that we've lived so long.