'Twas the day before Christmas
and nothing to do,
so off to go cave'n
the three of us flew.
The 24 of December
was a remarkable date,
for once in his life
Vic was not late!
We went on to the cave
without any fears,
even though falling from the sky
was great big 'ol tears.
The rain did not bother
the fearless young men,
to have backed out then
would have been a sin.
We perked in a ditch
and walked through the woods,
we soon found the cave
and prepared to enter it's goods.
We rigged a hand line
and all climbed down.
At the bottom we found bones
that were all dried and brown.
Next was found
a small little crack,
I went down feet first
and slid on my back.
A canyon was soon found
that was 'bout 95 feet deep,
nothing too dandy,
but I'm glad r didn't oversleep.
A rock that fell in
made a big pop,
then the rope was rigged
and put down the drop.
I soon rigged in
and was first one down.
The look on my face
was far from a frown.
As I Ho, ho, hoed on rope
as if to be Saint Nick,
one of the others said,
"We're cave'n with a hick."
At the bottom,
I took off my pack,
and gave a little chuckle
as I jingled my rack.
To the top of my lungs
I sang "JINGLE BELLS"
while Vic was up top
making bad skunk smells.
Harold came down next
and we climbed up a mound,
under some rocks
till water was found.
A great big waterfall
of tremendous size,
came down from a dome
as if the cave cries.
The mist and the wind
combined were quit chilly.
And all of this time
I still acted a little silly.
I climbed back up
and Victor came down.
I went exploring
and more pits were found.
Harold came up
and Victor did too,
and he talked of milk
from animals that say moo.
I wanted to do
the pit just once more,
even though the cave
is not too hard core.
The others were off
to see some more cave,
and I yo-yoed the pit,
for I am so brave.
On the way out
Vic played ol Saint Nick,
his big ol belly
was as heavy as brick.
We pushed and we pulled
and got Vic through the hole,
the out side air
was our ultimate goal.
We finally realized
we were not going to die,
when we looked up the last climb
and we saw blue sky.
We reached the red Raider
and back to town we flew.
Make'n it back
'bout half past two.
It had been about 3 months
since I'd been below ground,
by the way, Vic told a joke
about some guy named "BROWN."
I'm sorry to those who with me
their Christmas Eve was spent
but good feelings of Christmas
from me was all that was meant.
My story must end,
I have no more words that rhyme.
But to Harold and Victor,
I had a great adventure.