"Oh what fun, what glee,what joy It was to be a Pack's Harbor boy The days were long, the sun would shine And, oh my friends ,the hills we'd climb To be gone all day is not a lie For our lives were filled with such great joy About supper time we'd hear Mom yell Or from the cookhouse we would hear the bell I'd run down the hill with Spot nipping at my heels Each day it was fun to play on the wharves below To stand and watch the boats come and go If I had one wish and it came true To go back to Pack's harbor Is what I would do "   Submitted By: NULL