Was floating in his boat
A-wishing he'd a-picked a different
Ship's mate than a goat.
No sooner came the goat aboard
Than all the lines he ate,
And soon the mast and anchor both
He cleaned up off his plate.
It wasn't long, nothing remained,
No single board in place
The tater floated in the bay
A goat before his face.
A tater in the bay of Main
Was floating in his goat
A-thinking for a ship's mate next time
he would pick a stoat
(because they're not vegetarian).
~July 14, 1999
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