Rumtum the Sailor set off on the sea
As jolly and jovial and kind as can be
A storm came a brewing and caught him off guard
He spun round the bow and hit the deck hard
He shouted an order and formed him a plan
But nobody heard him, the ship was unmanned!
Rumtum the Sailor washed up on the shore
An empty, lone island with naught but one oar.
He smiled a big smile and took the oar up
Determined he was to be home before sup
With his oar in the water he summoned his might
And the island uprooted, he rowed out of sight.
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