It was homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed the dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
With a hundred seamen he sailed away
The frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where we poor seamen do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships the mainly strove
Their ship on mountains with ice was drove
Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysFKjWG_W54 )
Good morning, everyone! It's the start of a new and wonderful week, the sun is shining, and I've got a big mug of East India Company's "Keemun Downy Bud" sitting beside me. We had a wonderful BBQ-Songfest yesterday, although we 'lost' two car-loads of people on the way home. The roads through the northern jungles are not always so well marked. (They may have wandered into Burma by accident. That happened to us once too. We went out and bought a good GPS the next day!) Not all the designated drivers remained true to their calling, I fear...
Time to visit the Food Lady for my 300-calorie breakfast, then off for a long walk! 10K in an hour will work off those calories easily!
Stitchawl