I was abaft the binnacle one midsummer's morn
When the Thief Bot came by and cackled with scorn!
Me men pursued for forty days,
Our sails unfurled, our hearts ablaze.
We nearly corned against a door
This ancient fiend of legend and lore.
Aimed the cannons; nine we fired,
But it slipped away and me men grew tired.
We chased it to a corner small.
Our cannons hit both bot and wall.
It drew us over waters deep
Where whales play and krakens sleep.
Like mad we fired every cannon,
Launched all the harpoons and even James Flannen.
At last it burst, returned our things:
Bob's boot, John's hat, and Donald's rings.
And that's the tale; now we're here,
Our ship well-stocked and whales near.