Well thanks for the notes
You send from afar
I'm glad to hear all the things that you say
But you needn't have bothered
to send the details
I follow the weather each day.

But alas your poor minds
May be addled by beer
That watery stuff from Vancouver's dens
Ivanhoe, Travellers
Cecil, the Arch
Recycling ales from the rooms marked Mens

But it's not of the weather
That I make this inquire
Nor the names of the bars from Granville to Main
No indeed it's the Bunkhouse
Is many rich tales
I was seeking down Memory Lane
Let's talk of the Bunkhouse
Our stories like trains
I'll ride with you back there again