Any day on the water.
Clear skies! Is this your annual sailing trip?
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship....
Strike the bell, Second Mate
Let us go below
Look ye well to windward
Ye can see it's going to blow
Look ye at the glass
Ye can see that it is fell
And we wish that you would hurry up
And strike! Strike the bell!