Pink boats on the
silver shoreline,
Matchbox houses
topple time,
With a cheery wave
an’ a hale hello,
Ol’ Crusty Bert
to the boy below,
He’s weighin’ anchor –
time to go,
He’s cut to hell
but he craves the brine,
With a salty grin
an’ a tale to tell,
Of a gin an’ a gybe
in a hoary whine,
Ol’ Crusty’s clipper
rides again,
To the pealing last bell
calling time,
He’s weavin’ words
an’ he’s heavin’ to,
An’ his heart is all aglow.