Like the Wizard of Oz

She’s the Ferry Godmother

Magically making

Boats to appear

Reserving and serving

All of the Island

Healing and dealing

With standby line fears

Like the Queen of the Celts

She’s a powerful presence

Not that she towers

She’s rather quite short

But like her namesake

She swings a long broadsword

Cleaving the channels

Between the two ports

I’d like to toast

Our Bridget Tobin

Mistress of magic

Greaser of wheels

Here’s to her caring

From her Island family

Speeding us home

From off-Island ordeals

Thanks, Bridget