The voyage

A soapship went a rocking upon a

bathtub sea the sailor crouched a

smiling upon a dimpled knee

young neptune dashed the water

kept the air a tumbling with bubble

clouds galore but soon the voyage

ended the ship was swept away by

a hand that seemed to whisper no

more games today the ship lay

and stranded on a shiny metal tray

and a voice was giving orders that

a sailor must obey oh captain little

captain make room for just one

more the next time we go sailing

beyound enamel shore