'Aye the 'crack' was fierce, and the whisky flowing.
And the crack follows life's twists and turns
And emerging in the thick of things
Like a Sentinel tasked to scribe
Mere mortals in their failings
The humour so to see
A conduit for filtering the truth
The sad and insane, the good and bad
The crack a measure of our madness
And a level of our ability
To weather the storm
And keep an even keel
To assist every last one of us
To keep a trusted grip on the wheel
To steer a course more worthy
And to leave far more then we steal.