Lyr Add: The Wayward Hydrographer

Subject: Lyr Add: The Wayward Hydrographer
From: Stewie
Date: 14 May 07 - 02:22 AM

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THE WAYWARD HYDROGRAPHER
(Mic Travers)

Come listen all me merry friends, I'll tell to you this yarn
'Tis of a young apprentice who was living up in Darwin
Water was his trade and his indentures had been signed
'Twas that was his undoing, sure as you're a friend of mine
La, ta die die die ….

Well despite his youthful countenance – and credit where it's due
Our youth had had experience, and he'd seen a few things too
He'd travelled round about the place, a few trips beneath his belt
But he'd never been down south in spring when snow begins to melt
La, ta die, die die …

So he set off one morn from Darwin and the weather it was fine
It was mid-to-late September and most morns are then you'll find
He travelled south by east, stopping briefly here and there
But he never stopped for good till he breathed good mountain air
La, ta die die die …

Well, at this point in me story, it is fair I tell to you
Of the few things he had with him, that he thought'd see him through
He had a gauge, and not a rain gauge, a book of useful facts
An inner tube, a swag, some grub, and a few things in a pack
La, ta die die die …

Well, he'd been camped up there a few weeks, taking gaugings of the stream
Lookin' for some correlations, some new insight he might glean
He saw it in his readings and confirmed it with his eyes
That within the space of an hour the mountain stream began to rise
La, ta die die die …

Well, at first, he thought naught of it, still he made some little note
For it may have proved of interest to some academic bloke
But as the stream became a torrent, interest gave way to alarm
And he scampered over rocks with his rod under his arm
La, ta die die die …

Well, without a hint of panic, our old mate knew what to do
He reached straight for his old inner tube and into it he blew
And blew with all his might, never stoppin' for a spell
He had the thing damn near inflated for into the stream he fell
La, ta die die die …

So quick were his reflexes, he had time before he went
To grab his useful book of facts and to take one last measurement
He rode the old tube like a pro, steerin' with his gauge and rod
Thumbin' the index of his book for 'flash floods' and 'acts of God'
La, ta die die die …

Source: Mic Travers 'Sufficient Repitition' [No label] mictravers.com.au.

--Stewie.