Adventures we shall go,
With our trusty Seaman.
Through the icy creek jetting over our boots,
To the sticky mud that comes knee high.
Our travels never really go far when you look back,
But the thrill is what makes it real.

Such an adventure should never seize,
For you will always be there for me.
Wherever I may travel,
You should know,
To always have some soggy boots at hand.
Whenever the creek runs high
We can explore again
Traveling over a log and under broken limbs

Coming home with our head held high
Mud covered to about our thighs
We come victoriously through the brush
With a pug running through the muck
These adventures I shall never forget

Thank you, Lewis
Love, Clark