T’was the morn of our arrival
On Beveridge Reef
No sooner had we arrived
Then came these words from our chief:
“My dear seamen and seawomen
I regret to inform
But today is no day
For a Beveridge Reef morn.
The waves are a-rollin’
The swell is a-swollen
Not a good day
For atoll patrollin”
So as our ship sailed forth
To the great Palmerston Isle
We watched as the atoll
Shrunk away with each mile.
But back on board we were happy!
For we were spoiled with good speakers
Life is always a party
When you travel with smart creatures.
We learned of bright reef fish
And their special homes in the sea
Delivered with humor
By our dear Mike G.
Then on to Rikki Swenson
Who taught us practical tricks
Why shoebox your photos
When they can be mugs, bags or kicks?
Next up was Tim Severin!
With accounts of white whales
Was Moby Dick real
Or a mere fisherman’s tale?
Last but not least
Ian Bullock to the lectern
How about those sea birds
There’s so much to learn!
A gourmet dinner was served
While our ship rocked to and fro
Rich conversation…
Please, let the wine flow!
To bed we went
Bellies and minds full
What crazy mate
Would call a day at sea dull?!
