FATEFUL FORECAST - ã  1998

I stroll along the waters edge,

Beside the stormy sea!

As Neptune, aye and Davy Jones,

Ride white horses filled with glee!

On the lookout for unsuspecting,

Tankers, trawlers and yachts!

And not least, weekend fishermen!

Who get into a spot?

Of bother, there’ll be plenty!

As long as the sea is rough,

When the most seasoned of campaigners,

Can be swallowed by a trough!

As waves, they grow much higher!

 As boats, they bob and slew!

God help the men who are unprepared,

The captain and the crew!

Perhaps they will be lucky,

They’ll escape the jaws of death!

Perhaps the wind and rain will pass,

But it’s safer not to guess!

If the forecast is for storm force winds,

Little ships should stay in port!

Remember all your loved ones,

Davy Jones might break their hearts!