There once was a vessel named Rallye
Past voyages, too many to tally
His pumps, they lay sleeping,
hold tanks were weeping
to see Bullfrog, Nogales, or Bali.
There then was a dock crew in Bountiful
Generations of service, remarkable.
Consigned to make ready,
his bow to make steady,
they awakened Sir Rallye, deemed do able.
There now is a sailress, la capitian
wiggling her toes in distant sands.
At the push of a button, with out much frettin'
has the comforts fo home-cause she can.
Has all the comforts of home in her van.
All the comforts of home-and a tan!
Thanks for all you do!