We were getting ready for Y2K

Preparing against that fateful day

Should the power fail, we were on the way

With a kero lamp, and a spirit stove

That we’d fossicked out of a treasure trove

Of things that people who camp could need-

At least we’d be able to have a feed.

But something else we almost forgot-

To cope with weather that’s sure to be hot

Was somewhere to store the aqua vita-

A tank that would hold five hundred litre.

After many phone calls and much frustration

We really had cause for celebration

When the tank arrived.

But who’d build the stand

And connect the pipes?

We had it planned

That the self-same bloke who ran this place

Would do it all- but he fell from grace

When he’d done the job all nice and neat

A storm broke out, and rain in feet

Poured down from the hills and across the plain

To fill the tank, but all in vain.

When morning came, from out the tap

There wasn’t a drop; a great mishap

But on inspection the bloke was shocked

For the inlet pipe was properly blocked

With a piece of tin to make a seal.

Now just imagine, wouldn’t you feel

A sensation something akin to pain?

Now we’re just trying to make it rain.