Underneath the Forty, memories so clear,
Darling I remember the way you used to swear,
And as you murmured tenderly,
I'm blowed if I can justify,
The reason you go caving,
And why you're always there.
Wedged beneath a boulder, only got one layer,
Suddenly a rending the sacrum is laid bare,
Then as you thought you'd breathed your last,
The other bastards cleared out fast,
And left you all the tackle,
Your blessings filled the air.
Safe behind a beer mug, warm and dry and fed,
Tales of caving prowess they go right to your head,
Then as you shoot your longest line,
Your lying swine, I can define,
The reason you go caving,
And why your always there.
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