And the rigging and the deck
As if the ship went down in mutiny
There'll be no more complaining
I don't think it will stop raining
Rain us right down to the bottom of the sea
The wood did not catch fire
It was our upward facing ire
That set us against our good Captain Dee
It wasn't meant to go
So badly, how could he have known
This idea would sink to the bottom of the sea
He turned to the rafts
Though they thought he was daft
He said "No storm is stopping me!"
There'll be ideas for later days
He can mutiny so many different ways
While they sink to the bottom of the sea
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