Please don’t disturb the Captain
As he takes his blessed nap
On his golden bed, that’s wrapped in
Velvet curtains. Take this map!

Plot our ship a fruitful course
Through rough and rocky seas!
Furthermore, some other chores:
First hoist the mainsail, please!

First swab the decks and feed the crew
And plug the leaks- and dance!
The lido stage awaits you
(And you mustn’t wear your pants)

The captain also cut your pay
Admire his moustache!
Make bondage gear from macrame
To sell for extra cash!

Don’t try to ask the Captain,
Don’t awake him with appeal
The ship would soon be scrapped, in
Moments, should he take the wheel

He may have once known how to sail
But now he sees mirages,
He only works on cocktails
And soliciting massages

Now hark! The Captain rings his bell
For brunch, with much impatience!
Hasten! Cheese and caramels!
-And offer him obeisance!

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