Rush Rush
Said the Captain,
The Son of a Captain,
Whose Father was Captain before
We drive for the
Nethermost edge of the world
Where we'll meet
The great captains of yore.
We are told
That they wait us
Were ne're a hiatus
Is known on that distant black shore.
But the devil will greet us
And slyly intreat us
With the lie
Just a little bit more.
