The Zulu Blow Out
You've placed me on an island alone
and surrounded me with the sea
And then you have the nerve to ask
what's the one "thing" I'd want to take with me
Of course the logical answer would be
a skipper with a mate and a boat
But I have a feeling as I sit here and think
you're not looking for logic--take note!
The hypothetical question you've asked
should be answered as if it were real
So, here we go, it's survival time
When surviving this, this is the deal
I think I'd want a two person tent
that is made for easy erection
Or maybe I'd want a survival knife
for filleting a fish and protection
A foldout saw is nearly a must
or a hatchet would probably do
I can do many things with either one
such as split, chew, and hew
Matches and bic-lighters, that's what I'd need
to build a fire at night
And for cooking the fish I'm about to catch
and keeping my camp warm and bright
Some rope is a thought, and it must be hemp
and you'll wonder why hemp is desired
You can split the fibers to make many things
such as tie downs, snares, and even a fire
A first aid kit for the obvious reasons
but for you I suppose I'll explain
It has alcohol, band-aids, ointments, and asprin
to protect from infection and pain
I'll need some hooks and fishing line
mother nature will provide the bait
Such as sand crabs, leeches, worms, and frogs
I'll throw out my line and wait
One pan and one cup for cooking and drinking
and for boiling and collecting the steam
Just incase I must drink from the saltwater pond
if the island has no stream
A camera, a radio, and a pair of sunglasses
for taking pictures and hoping for some news
Oh yeah. the glasses, they are for when I'm done swimming
and I lay on the beach and I take a snooze
On the days I decide to go out and explore
or just out and create a rumpus
I'll want to be sure that I cut out a trail
and a map the way back with my compass
A sleeping bag for comfort and warmth
on the nights that the wind has a chill
At this pont I'm starting to lose all my fears
and beginning to use all my skill
For sending a signal into the sky
and to see what I'm doing at night
I'd probably want to carry along
my trusty old hand crank flash light
A poncho, some gloves, a hypothermia kit
and a snake bit kit just incase
A hygiene kit and insect repellent
a sharpening stone and some mace
Zip ties, candles and a water proof pouch
some playing cards for when I am bored
A survival book, some flint, and my striker I'll need
and a fifty foot parachute cord
And now you are thinking... good grief, what a list
apparently she didn't understand
We asked her to choose one "thing" to take with her
and she's created a list of demands
No, I have not, I have followed the rules
you asked for one "thing" not one "item"
I'll be taking my "Zulu Bug Out Bag"
they have all this and more inside them
And at 36 pounds it's easy to tote
And won't take much space on the rescue boat!
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