‘Twas the night before our Yellowstone Tour and all through the park, not moose was stirring, not even in the dark.
The base layer was hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Derek would soon be there.
Me in hiking boots and Jim in his cap, the bears had settled in for a long winters nap.
When outside our hotel, there arose such a clatter, it must have been Derek with the park facts that really mattered.
He whistled and he shouted, and called them by name, silica, geothermal, thermophile, and the rain.
To the top of the Pitons, to the top of the falls, hike away, hike away, hike away all.
We heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, thanks for the pizza and have a good flight.