I don’t know why we’re running but my feet are getting sore,
we started out on Monday and it’s almost half past four.
I’m running after Razza who is racing after Ron,
who’s neck and neck with Nancy who is nose to tail with John.
We’re running with the whale sharks off the coast of Ningaloo,
deep beneath the ocean in a world entirely blue,
I’m running out of options, and my patience running thin.
‘Run away,’ I hear you say, ’before they run you in!’
We’re running round in circles and I’m running out of puff.
The rumour is we’re almost there though the running’s getting rough.
My blisters now have blisters, and I don’t know what to do,
my bladder’s fit to busting and I really need the LOO.