7 December 2012
We're limping now Floating / bobbing / sinking Hydraulic leaks Warning lights are blinking
Water-maker's gone The bread has all gone stale The new girl is on the edge Looking rather pale
The weather's turned It's all gone topsy turvy No fresh veg left We're one away from scurvy
No crackers, cookies, cake Nothing, not a crumb Fizzy pop has burst the cans At least there's always rum
Engine room is sweltering The turbines overheating Bilges filled with water We've taken from the beating
Three weeks at sea And EVERYTHING is meager But even this, I don't mind Coz I've just landed in Antigua!
Silly Sailor Song • Opuss № I