Jack Frost is nipping at your nose And your fingers and your toes. You're freezing just to look at some limestone not in a book. The rain is falling just like tears, While that stinging is your ears. "Observe that spikey stylolite! Know the pressure, oh the might That also created the calcite joints!" Said Dr. Winstch as he points. "You surely all should know What dirction the sigmas go," As we stared, all confused and simply let him muse. "What's this shit all about? Someone, please get us out Of going on a Saturday field trip, I should be eating chips and a dip!" Please, weather gods, send us snow, so back home, we will go! This is what I'll be doing Saturday. Peace and love
Rain clouds gather overhead I should be back in my bed! Field work seems to suck When outside you are stuck In the freezing cold air Makes me wish I have more hair Or maybe more layers of clothes This field trip really blows! Peace and love
We walk on the roadside There's no place to hide While we take a hurried piss In this awful raining mist. No brush, bushes, and or trees To avoid passing cars while he pees. Oh, the woes of being a geologist I could name them in a list. Come rain, hail, sleet, or snow We'll be in the field, you surely know! Peace and love
