Twas Mangrove Bill, from Redland Bay, that caught the jet ski craze,He turned away the good ol’ dinghy that served him many days.He dressed himself in jet ski gear, resplendent to be seen,He hurried off into town and bought a shiny new machine.And as he pushed it out the dock, in air of lordly prideThe grinning wharf assistant asked: ‘scuse me sir, can you ride?”
“See here young man”, said Mangrove Bill, “from wave break to the sea,From Mornington to Castlecrag, there’s none can ride like me!I’m good all round at everything as everybody knows,Although I’m not the one to speak, I hates a man what blows!But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a narwhal can it fight?There’s nothing clothed…