• “Ahoy, ahoy, there be land ahead!”
    From the crow’s nest cried a spying head
    No happy jeers reply, instead,
    Off deck is thrown a body, dead.

    Let it be known that our captain’s law
    Ensures that our ship may never haw
    And though the snow begins to thaw
    And islands glint, now green and raw

    He bans from us the lovely rest
    Of land that God to us had blest
    To not be chained to east and west
    And nostalgia not fill the rising breast

    To utter of land is a sick taboo
    The Captain here would never woo
    And if a man dare state what’s true—
    The ocean’s jaws are what ensue

    And so we all, filthy, seasick
    Fed up with Captain’s constant trick
    A mass of sad, emotional wreck—
    We threw the Captain off the deck.