We stopped at Pond Island and
Two very young pigeons Harry and Eric found.
The pigeons being small, we let them stay,
And for Upper Pigeon Island we went on our way.
Arrived at the Island Harry and
Eric got ashore,
While Bill and I proceeded our boat to moor.
Better luck this time as two pigeons we got,
Of black-berries also we picked a fine lot.
We now moved on to the Island
A matter of a hundred yards or so.
Shut off the engine, made the boat fast,
Then over the hill for pigeons we passed.
Two pigeons Bill and I got and
hard work we had,
As the stink from the nest was almighty bad.
And finding no more pigeons we started out
Picking black-berries there being lots about.
When Bill's "Sunlight Cap"
was full to the brim,
We started back when Bill says "Jim"
Just look at Harry there sitting down,
With feathers and feathers all over the ground.
There was no sign of Eric anywhere
to be seen,
As we left Harry behind his pigeons to clean.
Then we struck a few blueberries so big and blue,
That we stopped and picked a handful or two.
As I went down a gulch I heard
Oh! where in the world is Eric at all.
The boat! The boat! just look at her, do:
Come on Harry here's a job for you.
For here is our boat a length
from the shore,
We'll never let Eric moor a boat anymore.
We have no string, no sticks can we get,
So Harry my boy you'll have to get wet.
Seeing no other remedy Harry
stripped off his clothes,
And with a big splash in the water he goes.
Making a few strokes he hauled himself in,
When the gangboards rose up right under him.
At first he was startled then
with a jump,
In the water again he went kerflump.
And Bill thought for sure Harry was out of his mind
Coming back to shore with the boat left behind.
As Harry landed he gave Bill's
berries a kick,
That says he is for playing such a trick:
Poor Bill he was innocent of that there's no doubt
T'was all the fault of Eric Rideout.
Eric had untied the painter and
let the boat go,
Then coiled under the gangboards below.
Waited till Harry from the water arose,
Then jumped up, right under his nose.
After we all calmed down and
We left for Pond Island to have our tea.
We filled our kettle from the pond,
Then motored a little further on.
The sun through the clouds on
the water it shone,
We soon had a fire and the kettle put on.
We ate our lunch such a big blowout,
We were almost too full to walk about.
And when the sun went out of
We left for home all merry and bright.
Arrived back home about nine-thirty,
Which is the end of this ryhme by me.