Our captain, Sir Sergei McGrundy
lost us in the Bay of Fundy.
All the fish from coast to coast
only knew what he would boast.
A harpoon here, a lobster there,
Sergei went where none would dare.
More than detested, he hated land-
one eye; one hook; one hand.
Much respected and very feared
McGrundy's presence was quite revered,
but drunk one night upon the deck
he simply tripped, and broke his neck.
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