by Des Peck
It was the 27th day of February 1980
When Rex landed in the Falkland Isles;
And, after being greeted and sworn in,
He seemed excited and all smiles.
When Rex came to the Falkland Islands
To become Governor for the British Crown,
We had the feeling he was our man:
A man that would not let us down.
He became most friendly with the people
Joining in whatever sport there may be.
His wife also played her part quite well
By inviting the old folks up to tea.
He made many tours around the Islands
An impression which he certainly made.
So he won the hearts of the people:
His path had been nicely laid.
After two years among the Islanders
The sad end came fast:
The Argentines invaded our Islands;
The occupation he knew would not last.
They tried to force him into surrender
By signing the Falkland Islands away,
But he refused to put pen to paper
And in his uniform was determined to stay.
Within a few hours he was deported,
His wife and many officials as well.
His final words, "I will be back!"
Meant the argies would be driven to hell.
Sir Rex and Lady Hunt leave in October,
Carrying the Islanders good wishes away.
We wish them luck in their retirement,
And, maybe, see them back here one day.
