The cod tongues and cheeks and french fries
Were starting to go to my thighs
Instead of a hike
We rode the Big Bike
Where thirty friends get exercise

There once was a fellow named Barry
Who sailed on the Newfoundland ferry
With me and my Dad —
What a fine trip we had —
And those cod tongues were extraordinary!

A woman who’s both wise and fair
And a beauty — is something quite rare
But the Honourable Betty
Who we met near the jetty
Is all the above, plus the Mayor

A number of fellows who flew
Crossed the Atlantic solo, it’s true
But Amelia, a girl
Thought she’d give it a whirl
She took off from here* in ’32

*Harbour Grace, Newfoundland

This spot was the site of a Bookcrossing release.

There once was a quite lucky sod,
Who discovered a thing that was odd:
A ring made of gold,
Eighteenth century old,
In the belly of a Newfoundland cod.

The folks in their cars here are keeping
Themselves warm while listening and peeping
At their musical friends
Who know, when each song ends
Their applause will be honking and beeping!

After getting our musical fill
In North Sydney, we had time to kill
The suggestion of Mary
Was the old cemetary
Where the red candles burned on the hill

A crazy adventurous pair
Well known for their super-long hair
Decided it couth
To retire in their youth
Along with their fuzzy white bear

On top of our luggage that’s stacked
Sits the bear, who’s important, in fact
He can calm any fears
And hug away tears
He’s renowned for his wisdom and tact

So three cheers for the great Frank Lloyd Bear
Who has awesome compassion to share
If you hug him, you’ll find
He is gentle and kind
These are traits, that in humans, are rare

The laundry’s a surprising place
For meeting a friendly new face
Thought Kris, “They’re not losers,
Their notebook says, ‘Cruisers’!”
Of his Cuban rum, now, not a trace!

To Pauline and Keith: Thanks alot!
For cooking the stew in our pot
Our stove was kaput
No heat, only soot
But yours produced plenty of “Hot!”

Oh no! What’s this sign that I see?
The paint is as wet as can be
So boys, and girls, too
Must use the men’s loo
This is no time to be a lady!