Twas the month before bug hunt and all thru the seas
All the creatures were stirring even the meese
Every bug bag had been mended and hung up u see
In hopes that Captain Tim would soon go to sea
The divers were nestled all sung in their beds,
While visions of full bug bags danced in their heads.
While Mike in his speedo and Art with no shoes,
Had just settled down to a long bug hunt nap.
When out on the bow their rose such a clatter
Mike sprang with his speedo to see what was the matter.
Away to the top side he flew like a flash,
Tore open doors, and threw up all his hash.
The moon on the waves of the new-calmed sea
Gave a luster of midnight to lobsters below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Captain Tim in his speedo and 8 bug hunters near
With his little old B C, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment we must be at San Nic.

Its been a long summer and its almost here. Having a rough time sleeping at nights, thinking about all the good time had. Hope someone can finish this song. Captain Tim u rock. The diving community is a better place because of you. I appreciate being able to go to sea and know that I am with one of the best Dive Boat Captains in the industries. The people that dive this boat are some of the best divers I have dove with.
Thanks to all and to all a good night.