If a million drops could sink my ship We got just that And some to spare A drunkard's dance, Beneath the waves, A kraken tossed us in cadence. I slipped and fell, Bumped my head, A switched turned off And I slept. When I awoke my ship was wrecked Next to it was a new entrance, With golden lining And three masts A beauty, minimal to describe. Overboard I almost went Trying to jump ship, But in the last moment I caught it's name And realized It was not for sail. Surviving tools where nails and hammer So I sat down and began to clamour, "Good things come for those who wait, So I will wait until it is my day."
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