flowing with ease.
Ain't got no brain in it's stern.
But with a twist and a cease
on those blue cotton seas
it's bound to get lost to the doe.
She'll bind it and sweep it,
and of course she'll keep it
but who wants a love from her?
She'll come up with a rhyme
and sing it when time to calm the uneasiest nerves.
But the ship wants a tow,
wants to frighten and row.
While every one glances in awe.
It wants bravery and reward
but this ain't a production.
Especially when you've got a loving doe.
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