I said goodbye to my true love,
Algonquin bound this morn.
He seemed to have packed all the essentials,
including my own first born.
He said goodbye in the dawn light,
Off to paddle and grunt in the rain.
To burp, sit and fart at his leisure,
And to show all the bears he's got game.
Oh I shall miss my truelove,
And his socks upon the floor.
But at heart I'm a true opportunist,
Bring the coolers, the party's at four.
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