Fungie, The Dingle Dolphin Poem

The XXL American squeezed off the XL coach.

He wiped the crumbs from off his shirt at the green clad guides’s approach.

„Well too-ra-loo and janey-mac, what a grand soft summers day”

He smiled and winked at the gathered crowd as the rain crashed down across the bay.

“Welcome to Dingle and the Ring of Kerry, Gods own promised land.

Such honest people, kind and true and sure the craic here’s only grand,

So take an hour and stretch your legs, the boats at 12 o’clock

For Fungie’s waiting out at sea, way out beyond the dock.

He’s thrilled such folk as you nice guys, for over thirty years

And never fails to show his face so allay your jokes and fears. “

So, at 2 o’clock the boat left shore, as punctual as ever

And out they went with hopes set high and the skippers name was Trevor.

They sailed and watched and sailed some more but nothing did they see,

The groaning started getting louder, the waves as empty as could be.

So they turned for home and cut their loss, feeling slightly cheated,

When around the coast, a sight so strange, increduled as they were greeted

For on the shore 4 local men huddled round their giant machine,

The 10 foot dolphins nuts and bolts, had run out of gasoline.