In Bribie's sunny embrace she dwells, Naomi, our guide through aquatic swells. With a knowing smile, she leads the way, In waters where laughter and effort play. "Feel the burn, or you're not quite right," She calls with a grin, in morning's light. Yet her heart's desire, above all toil, Is to mold our work into joy's own soil. Her spirit dances like the island's breeze, Amongst the waves, with ease to please. To her, we owe both strength and cheer, In her watery realm, we conquer fear.