Doug

(by Harry, Scotland '08)

As quiet as a mouse
But strong as an ox
Stands 6ft tall
And King of the rocks!

The one that I talk,
Of course, it’s our Doug!
He's softly spoken
But sure ain't no mug

Back in the Alps
He lead like a star
I fumbled and bumbled
and fell off quite far

No worry said Doug
With quiet application
Slung our rope over spike
To gift our salvation

In them Scotland hills
He led up with hope
But I dropped my gloves

‘Oh Harry, you dope!’

T’was on gully green
And, gosh, what a route!
But were not it for Doug
I'd have been kaput.

He treads light and fast
Ov’r both rock and snow
Wait for me Douglas
Where do I go?

So when you will to climb
But not’eth to plummet
Find our dear Doug
He'll get you t’summit …

One bit of advice
When speaking to Doug
Avoid that bullshit
'Cause he ain't no mug!