13 January, 2008

A Three Hour Tour...

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailing man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Four sailors set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The ship would be lost, the ship would be lost.
They set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
A tippy canoe
And some oars too.
Brad and Christina, newly wed,
The rest of the crew
Craig and Mae,
Here on this Belizean Isle.
So this is the tale of the castaways,
They'll be here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.
The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To make the others comfortable,
In the tropic island nest.
No phone, no lights no motor cars,
Not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe,
As primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
From four stranded castaways,
Here on this Belizean Isle.
(With apologies - The Ballad of Gilligan's Island by George Wyle and Sherwood Shwartz)

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