We were off Cape Enrage
On the New Brunswick coast
With a load of poached
When the wardens appeared
And we thought we were toast

But skipper Al Parsons
Who'd been to war before
Knew what do and headed for shore

None of that scans... *I* am obviously toast. It's midnight.

But, there is an Albert County lobster poachin song in there somewhere.

BTW... one lobster, three men, much beer... still had a five pound margerine container full at the dock. Now... THAT'S a lobster!
Deeeelicious!