Have you ever walked out over the "young" harbour ice Blue black and so thin That it cracked and rented under your feet And you think any minute that you would fall in But leaning on the dory, with creepers on your feet You'd creep quickly along with thought forlorn Above the water dark and deep. Then suddenly in the distance the open sea appears But you cannot stop our you might go through And take the other men with you Then suddenly the dory is pushed into the lapping waves And you have jump with a kerk-plunk unto the dory staves Or fall into the ocean blue and curtail the trip for them and you Now the little Bull Bird is so fast and quick upon the rolling sea That you have row with all your might to keep in line with he And often when the gun was set to eject the deadly blow The little bird had disappeared within the depths below Then you wait and wonder where he'd reappear And if you were in line with him your mate would have to steer And you'd fire the shot as quick as a wink Or the bird would not be there. Leaving the chopping water was a tricky game as well To row the dory unto the ice and away from the ocean's swell And quickly jumping overboard, and pulling with all of your might Until the dory was safe and dry upon the ice so tight So we would creep home as we did go upon the ice so blue Hoping that we would not fall in and catch a terrible flu The little birds lay in the boat ; but only then a few Enough to roast for supper, unless mother had a stew. - By Max Head   Submitted By: NULL