Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

A tale of a fateful trip

That started from this rustic hill

Aboard our mountain bike ship.

The mate was a mighty squashing man,

The skipper brave and sure.

Five passengers set sail that day

For a one hour tour, a one hour tour.

The track started getting rough,

The tiny bikes were tossed,

If not for the courage of the fearless leader

The group would be lost, the group would be lost.

The bikes rode around on the side of this uncharted mountain side

With Jeremy

The White boy too,

The Jackson lad and his camera,

Matty Vines,

And Ricardo the Portuguese import,

Here on Sparrow Hill Isle.

So this is the tale of the mainstays,

They're here for a long, long time,

They'll have to make the best of things,

It's an uphill climb.

The first mate and the Skipper too,

Will do their very best,

To make the others comfortable,

To the mountain’s crest.

No phone, no lights no motor cars,

Not a single luxury,

Like Robinson Crusoe,

As primitive as can be.

So join us there one week my friends,

You're sure to get a smile,

From five returned castaways,

Back from Sparrow Hill Isle.

Sea Shanty by Matty Vines

Pictures by Gavin Jackson (Canberra Photography http://www.canberraphotography.com.au)