(to the tune of "Gilligan's Isle")
Just sit right back and you’ll read a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started from a Jacksonville port
Aboard a catamaran.
The captain’s a Hemmingway look-a-like,
The first mate his gorgeous wife,
A single swab set sail that day
For a pleasant trek, For a pleasant trek.
The weather looks like it might rain,
And the boat is leaking again,
The captain has a gimpy knee,
And the first mate wants to sew, the first mate wants to sew.
Beach Cruiser and crew set sail
on the second of June,
With tons of TP,
Ezekial bread, too.
Many many books and some tools,
The Bosu and Astroboy,
Here on the Catamaran.
So this is the story of the crazy B’s,
Barry, Barabara, and Beth,
They’ll venture up to Baltimore,
Then turn south avoiding winter.
The Captain’s working on the boat,
The swab is writing away,
The first mate’s doing some cooking,
Aboard this sailing RV.
No Starbucks, no lan line, only Sirius,
Prioritizing our necessities,
We’re adventuring and living it up
As creative as can be.
So join us whenever the Swab gets time
To write this faithful blog,
Of our journey on a Victory 35,
Called Beach Cruiser, called Beach Cruiser.