Time to spare Go by air My father often said Even when weather’s fair There can be another snare North we came Alaska’s fame The high mountain we would see Then clouds came We saw only the name A rainy day What can we say A new adventure we would seek Night long away We boarded the railway So we did hop The whistle stop Heading north to Hurricane Passengers to drop For us the day was top
The best part of adventuring is the next wonderful unexpected thing.