If your Hobie does a tumble when you fumble with the rope,
And you pitchpole down a big hole and despair and give up hope,
And you come up blowing water out of mouth and nose and ear,
Then you'd better listen closely and my lesson really hear.
If you do not follow orders but sit forward in a blow,
And your leeward bow starts diving down to join the fish below,
And you don't jump to the transom in an effort to correct,
Then you deserve a little dunking before you sail erect.
If you lose it when the wind blows and you end up in the
And all that freezing water puts your judgement on the blink,
And you flip the mast right over so it tends again to sink,
Know you cannot sail a Hobie unless you really think.
But if your rudders start a'screamin' so they scare the
And you're reachin' like a demon out across a windswept bay,
And your windward hull is flyin' like an eagle in the sky,
Then you're on your way to "Hobie Day", you'll get there if you try.
For the art of holding Hobies on the water when it blows
Is a skill that comes with practice, as everybody knows.
For the falling and the flying are all part of Hobie fun,
And the wind's your master and your servant, when all is said and done.