Toasting Tom, Our Fearless Commodore

Oh, gather 'round the clubhouse, boys, and raise your

glasses high, for the fearless commodore stands tall with a twinkle in his eye.

He's the captain of the BYC, no storm can make him sway. And when he

walks the docks at dawn, you know it's a perfect day. So here's to

Tom, our commodore, the legend of the shore. He pounds the

gavel loud enough to shake the clubhouse floor. From the Old Oak Bar to

the harbor breeze, his laughter rolls like thunder. Oh, Tom Hunt leads

a merry crew, a sailor like no other. He keeps the commodore's locker stocked,