Oh, the wind came up.
Whipped the sea like a horse.
Galloped on it’s last legs
Blew us off course.
The sails tried to drown us.
The sharks on land below.
Circled like they knew we’d sink.
Somehow they seemed to know.
We fell and whirled and flailed about.
Sharks and sailors in this rout.
Fell so fast without a doubt.
We were straight for the bottom.
Smoke ’em if ya gott’em.
Was the last we heard
As the big iceberg
Sent us toward Gotham.
Buddy, you are so talented. Too bad you have to die before anyone notices!