Thinking out of the Bock's

We’ve encountered some sand and some rocks,
And we’ve tied up at places with docks,
But the further we roam,
From that boatyard called home,
Then the more I get homesick for Bock’s.

I called the boatyard today to catch up on the news and find out whose boats have splashed. I miss our friends there a lot — both human and feline!