My favourite things

to the tune of 'My favourite things'
Skippers on woodboats and bilge rats in forepeaks,
Sunburn and bruises and lots of bright red cheeks,
Skippers that snore all the way through the night,
They always give us a terrible fright.

When the horn blows, when the wind fails,
When the skipper wails.
We simply remember our favourite things,
It drives us completely mad.

Sludge coloured dinners that look just like dog food,
You'd think they wanted us all in a foul mood,
Harriers that follow the waterway code,
Cruisers that drive like the river's a road.