A Thousand Ships at Sea

I'm from a thousand ships at sea!

We could not get to shore.

I knew my life was such a pain.

An Endless, miserable chore.

I drank the dregs of Seawater,

That puckered my small lips.

The nastiness of Clamshells,

That ruined all my sips.

I remember my knife, of which I used

to cut the net in two. 

I also loved my saber, which

Too soon, I'd surely rue.

My bunk mates placed a trick on me.

It hurt my very soul.

But then, they all fell overboard.

Escaping admiral's goal!

My brother, who appeared to me,

as savior in the right,

Gave myself his whole day's catchings, 

each and every night.

My Captain told me, "You're a weakling!

You will not survive!"

"You could never be as much as

My self: a' starring Five!"

I did not know much,

what to do,

'til land was seen,

with much ado.

I knew that land

would suit me well.

It'd be better than 

this ship, I tell!

But when we docked,

'twas hard to see.

what made life differ,

at all to me!

So when I Found

a sloop in song,

I got a crew,

Then joined the throng!

and every night, 

I sit and sigh,

For I know sailing's

good for I.

-Lewie II