Joefish D, the kayaking kid

The wind blew across the water

On a cold October day

When Joefish D, the kayaking kid

Went paddling out to play.

 

He zipped his wetsuit up the back

And tightened his buoyancy aid

And chose his boat, a bright orange job,

Whilst father went and paid.

 

His helmet sat comfortably on his head

And his paddle was to the fore

Then in he went, in seal launch mode

A professional to the core

 

An impressive start he skimmed across

The white topped icy lake

Splashed to his left, and floated right

With hardly any wake

 

He paddled for miles on that grey autumn day

His muscles were tired and sore

But out he came, with a grin on his face

You knew he’d be back for more

 

Reverse paddling, Eskimo rolls

There’s nothing this boy will not try

And all his mum asks, at the end of it all

Is that he comes home reasonably dry.