5 days til the Cookout, are your ducks in a row?
Do you have it together so you are sure you can go?
Is your car gassed up and your tires are good?
All the squirrels are healthy down there under your hood?
Be prepared say the Boy Scouts, always be ready
So pack your shorts and your t-shirts and your sleeps-with-me Teddy
The Pennwood Motor Lodge is where you must go
Have a close watcher watching west to call out “Lodge HO!”
Be forewarned and forearmed that this is no costume party
No Jack Sparrows, Anne Bonnies or Laurel and Hardies
These are the real thing, with just a few pirates amongst ‘um
This is networking done right, with a double ration of rum
A reunion, a party, treasure hunting’s Linked In
With old ones and new ones but most all of them friends
We shall eat and drink and remember those gone
And celebrate those still here on this trip round the sun
We will talk and sing and tell a few lies
Then all too soon we will say our good byes.
This is the 10th Annual Treasure Hunter’s Cookout, my friends
I promise I will try to stay til the end
But come up and say hi and let us shake hands
John and I want to thank you for coming, friends.
