​Josh welcomed us to Moresby
Telling "all would be alright"
Flight to Popandetta ‘uneventful’
The air strip was ‘in sight”
 
“Their is a hill I call PP”, Josh said
With a twinkle in his eye
And later on that evening
One of us knew he would die!
 
Deneki to Isurava
We pushed onward up the track
Unlike the diggers before us
There was no going back
 
“Sir Bob” was a bloody race horse
To Neino he did stick tight
We tried to nobble his backpack
But it only made him light!
 
The three boys carried their own packs
None of which were light
They gave out gifts to Children
Much to their delight
 
Our two intrepid Nurses
Met every challenge set
Giving out first aid advice
To anyone they met
 
Alola , Kagi, Owers
Very very steep
But we all stuck together
Each one digging deep
 
Of our trusted guides and porters
Really what can we say
For all your hard work and kindness
Leaves a debt we can not pay
 
To our guide ,Josh we thank you
For the Diggers story told
We hope to do this again
Before we are too old
(clearly does not apply to Bob)!
 
A better group to trek with
I doubt I could meet
When to say “I shat myself”
Was better than “I lost my feet”
 
We beat you Owen Stanley’s
We Beat you fair and square
We all did this the hard way
To show that we still care