If I’m to buy a new car, it has to reflect me
So driving the Pathfinder helps to set myself free
Roadtrips galore, we’ll stop before tea
On a journey to the hills, my family of thee
Off to the trees like days of old
Pathfinding in places where we had to be bold
Under the canopy of giant hardwood trees
By the end of each day, we are on our knees
With only the food that we could carry for ten days
Our mission is to find a trail to blaze
Where no one had ever been before our six-man team
As we stop to spend the night next to a wee stream
Evading the enemy and locals alike
We are aware that in a flash either could strike
Slowly, slowly we move with stealth
Moving otherwise would be bad for our health
As the days continue, it’s harder to think
The rations are running short, and boy do we stink
Like the jungle’s life, we are now at one
It’s a high-risk business, certainly not for fun
A pathfinder tunes to the theatre of war
And the greatest danger to me is not the enemy
But the big white male boar
The tusker is king in the place that we seek
We’ve been on the hoof now for over a week
Light and cold rations and only water for fuel
The last thing we want is to have to duel
With the enemy or the boar it doesn’t really matter
If we’re bumped by either, our actions are to scatter
Meet up way back in a place that is stable
Is our mission now compromised? We’ll have to send a cable
More meat on a butcher’s pencil, and soaked to the skin
Do we continue our mission, as I rub the whiskers on my chin?
Big calls way back then, the days of a pathfinder
The memories as we journey in my new car, in a life now that’s kinder.
Bob Shepherd 