“ALL ABOARD!” yelled the Captain.
We were, there was no else.
He said “no need to take your seats,”
In seats that had no belts.
Light up your smokes and crack your jokes,
And if jokes and smokes
Make croakers croak,
Give ’em a poke…
Wake the happy bear
That lives in there.
Use a good, sharp stick,
Cause bear skin’s thick
And to wake those pricks
You gotta stab them.
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