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John Smith And The Man Of The Sea
Long time ago, John Smith met a man
who claimed to be a man of the sea
confessing, in the same breath, he wished
this time to be his last on the sea
and a wave never again to see...
"My dear man", said John Smith,
"a prophet I may not be,
but, a palm read I'll offer you for free...
Allow me to set your fears free
as I chance your future to predict...
"This, your first and last time on the sea will be
and never again a wave will you see
In fact, a villager you soon shall be
far away from any waves and any sea
A top critiquer of ship wrecks you'll be
Your wooden leg's clang will be the beat
A man of the sea you were not meant to be..."
who claimed to be a man of the sea
confessing, in the same breath, he wished
this time to be his last on the sea
and a wave never again to see...
"My dear man", said John Smith,
"a prophet I may not be,
but, a palm read I'll offer you for free...
Allow me to set your fears free
as I chance your future to predict...
"This, your first and last time on the sea will be
and never again a wave will you see
In fact, a villager you soon shall be
far away from any waves and any sea
A top critiquer of ship wrecks you'll be
Your wooden leg's clang will be the beat
A man of the sea you were not meant to be..."
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