Jan 12, 2005 17:12
5' each mornin' he sails away,
out to the bay
for another great day.
to the cove he goes to get his pay
the creatures of the sea,
are gonna make his day.
with a great big sling
and a mighty good fling
the line sinks to the bottom as he sings.
on goes another hour,
something strikes his like with such great power,
up it comes and down he cowers.
o dear god, he hooked a whale
his common sense alerted him, 'stick it in a pale'
what was he thinking,
when he drank all that ale.