Sep 14 (by Colin Ross)

An early start at crack of dawn,

We met at Police H.Q.
To board the bus, -  it's Pearson bound,
We left without - just two.

For they had left some days ago

To drive the Chorus truck,

That's Karl and Fred, with all our gear, 

We wished them 'best of luck'.

Excitement, anticipation,

A sense 'it's finally here'

Th'initial planning now complete

From o'er the past few year.

It's all come to fruition

The hard work's paying off,

The team have "dotted all the 'i's'

Their toil we CANNOT scoff.

We're queuing up at 'check-in'

At Pearson Internat.
It seems that all arrangements
Have been performed, ‘down-pat’.

Our tour director Terri,

She’s such an awesome lass

A splendid job, performed with ease

At herding such a mass.

On route from ‘port to hotel,

Our stomachs felt a void,

So stopped at ‘Murphy’s Fish &. Chips’

And what a fare, enjoyed.

An uneventful journey

Like clockwork, smooth, it sped

But with that early start, we hear

The calling of the bed.

And just in case you're wondering,

The truck, with all our gear,

When 'rriving at our first hotel

We noticed - YEP, - it's here.