The [Something] of Teton Pete

IPSC, Chick Creek. An ironically-named creek to flow through a scout camp.

I have spent a good portion of the past weekend re-living some of my more vivid memories of life at Island Park Scout Camp. On Sunday, we took a walk through the camp, visiting the spots Michelle camped as a girls camp camper, and the spots I camped at as a Scout, including that lovely trail on the north end of camp that features the full-grown trees right in the middle of the pathway. I also jumped off the dock into the lake and had that breath-taking-away flashback of the good ol' swim check and realizing it wasn't the swimming that was tough, but trying to remember to breathe while swimming through that cold water.

Then there's the Ballad of Teton Pete. I can remember parts of it and want to teach it to my kids, but I can't remember it all. Here's to hoping someone out there is from the same IPSC era and can help me. Here's what I do remember:

This is the something of Teton Pete

Who something something his fortune to seek

He came through Wyoming and then Idaho

And said “Here I’ve found it no further I’ll go.”

Singing oom-pah-pah oom-pah-pah oom-pah-pah oom-too-dee-ay

Blah-dee-blah-dee-dee-blah blah dee dee blah

“It’s time to get up, you lazy old scamp!”

And blah blah blah blah blah blee-blee-blee-blee-blah

It bounced off the Tetons and woke him at dawn.

Singing oom-pah-pah oom-pah-pah oom-pah-pah oom-too-dee-ay

Help will be appreciated.