We are going to Bartika,
Again a day tripper.
No bumpy ride
This time,
In car or bus.
A bumpy speedboat
For us to cuss.
What's in Bartika for us to note?
Not much for us.
The occasional goat,
A beer and grub.
Back on that speed tub.
P'raps no more running
To drive us insane
As a day tripper
...To Bartika.
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They say that The Isle of White is just gtrat this time of year.... Sid.