[read as a flamboyant pirate]
Why durst we cry when we're happy 'n sad?
Is it cos of the burden of being, me lad?
The land-lubbers cling to their dirt and their dwellin,
While seafaring cineastes're like to be yellin'
For somethin' twixt joy and a tidal despair
That costs naught but yer tears, so buyer's beware!
In venturin' this far, you're showing some foul
Inclination to voyage, and to Throw in the Pal
