‘Twas ever thus and ever so, a traveler by the name of Bo,
Who’d wandered and a wand’ring would go,
To the far off Eastern oceans, to the Western desert plains,
To the mountains high and rivers low, and everwhere inbetween.
Yes, Bo Bid’ley was a traveler, to many a far-off land,
From here to there and everwhere, he’d have you understand.
And everwhere Bo Bid’ley went, ‘twas sure to let you know,
Just where he’d been and who he’d seen in his circles high and low.
He’d seen the Perchen horse and witnessed the Arctic sun,
He’d married a preacher’s daughter and divorced a catholic nun,
He’d drank the golden cup, and had a lovely maid,
He’d fought a great big battle, and returned with Aeron brave.
He’d wandered the lost desert, and found the hidden lands,
He’d searched for buried treasure, and buried priceless gems,
He’d climbed the highest heights, and descended lower lows,
And would laugh just for spite at what‘ere he did not know.
But Bid’ley was no fool, though many mistook as much,
He was a stickler for the rules and the best with etiquette,
He learned to speak the language, and talk the native tongue,
And he’d greet every stranger with the stranger’s strange customs.
I bid g’day to you fair Ser and farewell to you Madame,
And to the stranger ‘ere I shall meet, I bid a warm welcome,
‘Twas this his greatest secret, said with a flourish and a bow,
He’d bid welcome to all he met, their servant then and now.
Then one day the news came in, old Bo he was no more,
He’d gone up to the Devil’s Knot and set out to explore,
He ne’er returned that dreadful place, and surely we know why,
Old Bo forgot to bid welcome to the siren’s song and cry.
So let this be a lesson, to children one and all,
You’d better mind your parents, and help others with the call,
And remember always this my dears, no matter near or far or wide,
Always bid your best welcome to the white siren’s whispered cry!