one year to the day ago in New Zealand . . .

Across the flat land and across two Passes
The water coming down in great big falls
we stop for a look and hears the native calls
The birds there are cheeky, and show their asses

Going over to Hokitika on our coast
tiered from the days toil the sun was dipping
into the Tasman the red disk was slipping.
We cheered with a salut and a toast

 To be continued . . . . . .