Sea Beaver by Stratus (George Higgins) I must go down to the Harbour again, under a grey marina sky And all I ask is a tall crane to lift my Stratus high. For Blue Beat’s fast and Eye Spy’s strong and Craig has Firsty snaking And Nona’s pace in the last Club race left this old heart really aching. I must go up on the hard again, for the call of an injured pride Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied And all I ask is some sunny sky and no white-caps flying For the flung spray and the wild wind chill will have these old bones crying. I must go up to the wash again, to keep from being last For the fleet is quick and the slime is thick and I need a water blast. It’s over now and I’m soused and froze but my bum is slippery honed A win, hooray, for the next race day……What’s that you say? The bloody thing’s postponed!!! )(*&^%$#@! With apologies to John M |
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