Post by Fish-legs Bob on Mar 16, 2004 20:54:37 GMT -5
on the foggiest morn
of the foggiest day
a single ship sailed into the bay
the ship was battered,
the hull was worn.
the mast was shaking,
the sails were torn
and one man stood there at the helm
one man kept the sea at bay
one man sailed into the port
one man on that foggy day
great was his annoying hat
and his jacket worn and old
and a pistol one kept at his side
with a saber long and cold
and happy did the sailor walk
and crazy did they think his head
and strangely did the sailor talk;
thus was the tale of Fishy said
for Fishy did they call the man
though Fish-legs Bob his name
and Jack's crew had another hand,
and would never be the same.
of the foggiest day
a single ship sailed into the bay
the ship was battered,
the hull was worn.
the mast was shaking,
the sails were torn
and one man stood there at the helm
one man kept the sea at bay
one man sailed into the port
one man on that foggy day
great was his annoying hat
and his jacket worn and old
and a pistol one kept at his side
with a saber long and cold
and happy did the sailor walk
and crazy did they think his head
and strangely did the sailor talk;
thus was the tale of Fishy said
for Fishy did they call the man
though Fish-legs Bob his name
and Jack's crew had another hand,
and would never be the same.
