Goes to Austin James Land
It was an otherwise uneventful sunday afternoon at the harbor. All the boats had come in to dock. All the boatsmen had headed home to their wives after a hard day of whale hunting, dolphin riding, and shark taming. Two young sailors had just set sail for a peaceful evening cruise. After they had exited the harbor and mounted the mighty evening sea, they came across dee sailors three. These three, you see, had come to be a bit stranded at sea (unfortunately). A giant rock which raised a shock (and knocked a clock around the block with a resounding tock) had turned their voyage into naught. And so this clan became a band to sail in search of dandy lands. The new quartet plus one was soon to find a land of fun to change your mind with all the sorts and all the kinds of tips and tops and lofty pops which never seem to jolly wop 'n brin a doodle jahwa ta ta wisdun!