Chop Chop Billy Goat

We went to King’s Point
And Twillingate too
And wherever we went
There was plenty to do

There were cliffs so high
They scraped the clouds
And when fog came in
The horns were loud

There were ancient sea creatures
Embedded in rock
It was like a time machine
Turning back the clock

We explored the sod houses
Where the Vikings once slept
And memories of these places
Will always be kept

We played by the seashore
And explored the bays
Oh there were so many
Fantastic days

We saw clouds of capelin
Rolling in like the tide
And we met friendly people
Who took the fish to be dried

We saw adorable puffins
That were orange, black and white
And we did the puffin dance
Late into the night

There was a whale breaching
And flapping its fin
Maybe it was hunting
Juicy fish with its kin

There were towers of ice
Reaching for the sky
And little bergy bits
Drifted nearby

We will miss Newfoundland’s magic
Its wonders by the sea
But the seasons keep moving
And so must we