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CROSSING THE STRAIT
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This is a tale of the “Moby Dick" No, nothing to do with the whale. But a neat little Tasmanian cutter, That behaves very well under sail. She was blue, and quite unassuming With none of the of the big fellow's fame Her owners would alter her title, But it's bad luck to change a ship's name Her crew and her skipper are two of a kind Even their names are the same Two Peters are they, both fond of the sea And '~Crossing the Strait" is their game. For most sailors there is real terror In crossing the dangerous Bass Strait But Peter says “Sure you can do it if you'll just be prepared for a wait”. They say there is always an answer If you don't need to cross in one day, You can ride out a storm and be cosy and warm if you nip into some little bay. For Bass Strait is dotted with islands, Which they know like the back of their hand When they feel a squall coming Before it they're running, to rest in the lee of the land. So, If you're mindful to sail to Tasmania And you're wary of crossing the "strait' Take the "Moby Dick" way, don't cross in a day Just be ready to stand a short wait.
- Jeane Upjohn
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