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This is the moment
She’s born anew
Two years forgotten,
Now she’s got a crew!
Stuck in old Hamburg,
Mossy and ignored,
We saw a lady—
Just begging to be restored.
This is the moment
She met her fate
To little Fåborg—
A Danish first date
We washed and scrubbed her
With love and might
And sanded stuff
That should not see light.
Captain is Michael
With aching knees
First Mate is Kasia—
Queen of antifreeze
They worked through rainstorms
And sanding dust
With dogs on deck yelling,
“Walk us or bust!”
We wetsand daily
Shoulders destroyed
My back is broken
But hey—we’re employed!
We polished blindly
By night and day
While Bella barked
And Hercules lay.
Kids? Oh, the children…
They came to cheer
Just when the boat was
Perfect and clear
“Wow, she looks awesome!”
They proudly say—
Like they’ve been helping
Since back in May…
Kasper’s the chill one
With books in hand
He sleeps through sailing
And somehow tanned
Reads while we anchor,
Sleeps while we tie—
Not sure he knows
We’re not on Wi-Fi.
Sofie is sulking
And not on board
“I miss my horse!”
She loudly roared
“Why can’t we take him?”
She asked with flair—
As if a pony
Fits on a chair!
Amalie’s smiling
With plus one in tow
Her boyfriend’s joining—
Surprise cameo!
We add more towels,
We squeeze more space—
Just one more plate
And one less place…
We gave her gadgets
A plotter sleek
Speakers with LEDs
That dance and freak
New nav and radio,
Lazy bag too—
Coralle’s rocking
Like she’s brand new!
We fixed her wiring
Changed every line
Even the stickers
Now look divine
We made a logo,
It took a day
But now she sparkles
In true Danish way!
This is the moment
The launch is near
Champagne is ready
And we’ve got beer
Soon we’ll be sailing
With sun and breeze—
And kids complaining:
“Is there Wi-Fi, please?”
We’ll sail to Bornholm
With salty hair
And kids half-sleeping
In deck chairs
They’ll bring their phones
And glare and moan
While we’re just vibing—
Far from home.
We’ll jump in water
And grill on deck
Forget the emails,
Forget the tech
It’s Coralle’s summer—
Our floating base
With wine, and laughter,
And sunscreen on face!
This is the moment
She’s made to sail
Through calm and chaos,
In sun or gale
A hundred hours,
Some tears and grime—
But now she’s ours…
And this is her time!