T'was the night before flying...

Twas the night before flying and all through the house,

camp gear cluttered the doorways while mum lept about

maddly stuffing the bags full exclaiming with glee

"Well they won't pack themselves up! Or will they? Lets see...


We've a trangia, some camp beds, a big blue tarpolin,

enough gadgets to weigh down our 737...

There's a point - extra stuff could be to no avail!

Quick hon, can you go grab our faithful o'l scales?"


So we booted a spreadsheet and typed in the weight,

the total risked making our check-in staff faint

Out charger! Out hand-cream! Out 'dressier shirt'!

Out clothing which could not be covered in dirt!


'Til by midnight our bags were lined up in the room

economical, light-weight and destined for Broome!