Well, here we sit, with our goodies

I hear no complaints from the foodies

We vote with our feet

So isn't it neat

That were all here for the Woodies

Race committee, we owe you a debt

These fleets, we will make you sweat

Fate did not befall

A general recall

All happy if even quite wet

Aboard the Knarr Benino

There really ain't much that we know

Woke up as zeros

Admiring our heroes

Our tactics surely need Beano

His car, he barely can park

But keen, as though he's a shark

He's not overwhelmed

When he's on the helm

A hell of a job, skipper Mark

4 guys, we think we are plucky

Main trimmer thinks they are ducky

We found a few pearls

But just like blind squirrels

We really just got really lucky

The winds outside they were hearty

Fuel for all this Malarkey

We race yet again

Our trophies, are'r friends

The best parts in here at the party

 - Mike Perterson