Grizzly Bay

The Bard of Beer's Grizzly song for 2006, to the tune of Botany Bay.

Farewell to the 'London,' forever,
Farewell to half marathons as well.
Farewell to the 12k at Honiton
No more of these races we say.

Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, ay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
For we're bound to find Grizz-er-ly Bay

There's Race director who is our commander
and marshals and AVR crew
the first aid and tv presenters
Know what we poor runners go through.

Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, ay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
For we're bound to find Grizz-er-ly Bay

Oh had I my trail shoes from Saucony
I'd fly on my 'pinions so high
Find doors on the beach always open
With no need to ask myself , 'Why?'

Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, ay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
For we're bound to find Grizz-er-ly Bay

Now all you road runners from elsewhere,
Take warning from what we've to say
Be humbled when running within yourself
Or you'll never leave Grizz-er-ly Bay

Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, ay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Now we're bound to find Grizz-er-ly Bay

© Richard Hale, 2006