Sailing

Trout Fishing In America

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We're sailing on a ship to the ocean.
Sailing on the ocean to the sea.
We're sailing up a creek all the way to Mozambique.
Sailing is the only life for me.

There was a pirate with a peg leg and a parrot,
Who bought his vegetables from farmers at the pier.
He'd gladly trade a piece of eight for a carrot,
But was dumb-floundered that corn cost a buccaneer.

There was a ship with a cargo of red paint,
To a tragic fate everyone was doomed.
It rammed a ship with a cargo of brown paint,
The ships sank and the sailors were marooned.

A pelican was talking to his gull friend,
About the way the walrus made him feel.
They stopped in for a drink down at the sand bar,
And caught a tuna from BB Kingfish and Lou Seal.